Friday, April 15, 2011
Spades Anyone?
Brent and I was teaching the kids how to play spades one morning. Harley thought she would learn too. You know. Just in case someone couldn't play :)
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Battle Scar
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Out and About
Pictures of Hannah and the boys out geocaching about 3 weeks ago. I forgot they were on my phone. This cache was located by a creek bed. It was so pretty even with things not being green yet. The cache we found had hot wheels in it for the boys to trade. Hannah traded a pocket knife. Everytime I looked up she had that thing opened up. I can't believe we actually made it through the day without a trip to the ER for a cut.
I think we found all but 2 caches that day. I have since gone back to 1 place and did find it. I get frustrated when we don't find one especially when it was found the day before by someone else. I need to go with someone with more experience I guess. Wish gas wasn't so dang high right now. The weather is perfect right now to be going.
I think we found all but 2 caches that day. I have since gone back to 1 place and did find it. I get frustrated when we don't find one especially when it was found the day before by someone else. I need to go with someone with more experience I guess. Wish gas wasn't so dang high right now. The weather is perfect right now to be going.
Monday, April 11, 2011
Why a 41 y/o out of shape Mom of 2 shouldn't play softball
Last week when I told the coach to Hannah's softball team I would play on the parents' team in a scrimmage against the girls I guess I thought I was young, skinny and in shape. NOT!
My first time up to bat I got hit by a pitch. By a 10 year old girl. Who can pitch. Fast. With zip. I blew it off joking around and took my base. But I wanted to roll on the ground and cry. Oh mmmmm geeeee it hurt. My left arm was numb. It left stitch marks.
As I was standing on base I thought how in the hell am I going to finish playing this game. Next time at bat I was a little gun shine. Some how I pulled my groin jumping out of the way of a crazy pitch. Oy vey!
I survived. Barely. I even have a bruise in the palm of my hand from playing catch.
I have a new respect for these girls who play ball. I will never again say "get up, your okay" to Hannah if/when she gets hit by a ball.
My arm still hurts but the feeling is coming back. Slowly :)
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