I’ve never been the athletic type. My fondest memory of gym class was playing pocket pool and 4-square in 5th grade. Hardly worthy of a future leather jacket, or even the football player to go with it. In junior high I played volleyball for one of the best teams in the area. Melly-Mel was my name; mediocrity was my game. In short, I sat on the bench… a lot. For some, that might have brought them down. Seeing the glass half-full, I rallied with motivational words for my teammates. Later that turned into a year of cheerleading, but I still didn’t get to don leather in red and white. Sadly I fell on my ass after doing a simple round-off and eventually chose an academic extracurricular over herkies and back handsprings.
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My poor husband. He wanted to have a Super Bowl party of sorts. Mostly just having his family over and an excuse to break out the deep fryer. We aren’t really invested in any of the teams. His brothers are not sports fans. Our kids aren’t really old enough to sit still and watch a long winded sporting event. Me? Let me know when the commercials are on!
Category: Humor, Relationships, Sports, Fitness & Goals
I have joked in the past about sibling rivalry and jealousy. Sometimes it is so subtle that you do not even really notice it, like when my husband would hug and kiss me good bye. Tater would run up and wrap himself around my leg or wiggle between us to get in on the love fest. Other than that, it never really dawned on him to be jealous, even when a strange kid would end up plopping in my lap at the library to read a story.
Category: Humor, KIds (2, 3 & 4), Parenting, SAHM, Sports, Fitness & Goals
Today was the 1st grade’s Field Day at HRH’s school. (For those of you new to B-Sting-speak, HRH is how I refer to my daughter. AKA – Her Royal Highness)
I remember Field Day from my youth. I hated it. Every damned year. It was supposed to be fun, exhilarating, and a great way to burn and run off energy. Instead, for me, it was a long day of showcasing how uncoordinated, lanky, clumsy, and all-around unathletic I was. I dreaded it and would try to think of excuses to get out of attending. That heavy feeling of dank dread hung over me as I prepared HRH for her Field Day. I kept my dark memories to myself as I slathered her with sunscreen and sent her on her way to school. Surely, she would have a better experience? After all, Daddy volunteered this year! She got to ride to school in his cool, tricked out car. She got to hug and kiss him whenever she wanted, all day. And he worked one of the Field Stations! How cool is that?!?
If there is one thing that goes hand in hand with raising three sons, aside from the dire need for soap and water, is balls. My oldest son, Tater, showed the most basic of gender differences the first time he went to the hardware store with me. He was in awe! His little face just beamed, as if to say, I have found what I love!
Category: Fitness & Goals, Humor, Kids (5 & Older), Life's Lessons, SAHM, Sports, Fitness & Goals
