I don't like this game

It's close to 95 degrees today. That's kinda unheard of for this part of the country. Usually it's somewhere in the 80's during the summer.

I forgot what real heat felt like, but I do remember that I DON'T LIKE IT. I shouldn't complain too much. There's no humidity. It's a dry heat. Still makes you sweat though.

Katie's havin' a rough time of it too. Her excema is back. She broke out all over. Poor girl.

My job these past couple of days has been to keep her as cool as possible.

Yesterday, we hit the library for Storytime.

Today, we headed to a local beach to watch a free kids concert. We got a nice shady spot under a tree. The breeze was nice.

This afternoon we headed to the University to participate in a Speech & Learning study. They had no air conditioning in their building. Katie was supposed to sit in a sound proof booth and listen to two different Chinese sounds. One sound was just a TINY bit different. It was almost inperceptable. When they played that different sound, they would make a electronic toy light up to make her turn her head. I'm pretty sure she got the game, but she began to squirm and cry after about 5 minutes. So, they stopped. Oh well. They didn't want to upset her, so they sent us home.

On the way home, we stopped at an indoor AIR CONDITIONED playground. We were the only ones there. I figured the place would've been swamped. Hmph. Katie had a ball. She climbed into a plastic tree house, climbed up and down a toddler slide, had a baby doll go for a ride on a sit-&-spin, threw balls around the room, pushed ride-on toys around, and tried to eat a peice of plastic bread.

She exhausted herself and now we're back home in the heat. She's downstairs in our cooler lower level napping in her car seat.

Tonight, I'm going on a women's only group ride with a local bike team. The last time I went, I ended up riding all by myself because, um, I suck. I wasn't fast enough to ride with the lead group and I wasn't slow enough to ride with the pokey people. So, I ended up in the middle all by myself.

It also doesn't help that it takes me about a half an hour to get my foot back into my clip-in pedal when I have to stop. It makes it hard to keep up the pace when you're looking down trying to get your foot to "click" for five friggin minutes. Jeez. It's downright embarrassing. I can just hear people thinking, "What an F-in newb."