Usually I'm not the type of person that reads into predictions. In fact, I'm somewhat of a skeptic. Perhaps it has something to do with a psychic once telling me that I would have "tons of children, even twins". I guess after that, predictions and fortune telling freaked me out and I started to believe that some things were really not worth knowing ahead of time.
My mother will be happy to hear that last weekend, based on the Moonman's predictions, we took extra precautions in our weekend activities and had plenty of extra water and food on hand. FYI... the only land movement was an aftershock in Christchurch. So he was kind of wrong. Well, really wrong. I guess no one will be buying his next book.
I should back step for a second and say that "I" took extra precautions over the weekend, meanwhile Campbell played rugby. Being the second game I've ever seen him play, I was super excited to see him score a touchdown, or a goal... I mean a try. Yes a try. However I was not excited to see him cripple in front of me after attempting to tackle someone on the other team. Our afternoon and evening continued with Campbell's knee on ice and him being the butt of all the old guys jokes. Being one of the younger guys, he's usually the first to poke fun and the "old" guys who spend the season on the sidelines due to one injury or another. But, with a 25th birthday sneaking up this week and after spending 3 days in bed unable to move, I'm pretty sure one's cockiness has subsided! haha He's on the mend now, but no work and rugby this week.
As mentioned this weekend is Campbell's 25th birthday so Georgie and I are sending the boys on a deep sea fishing trip. I'll let you know how that pan's out (and if there's any fish in the pan) next week.
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