Skip to main content

My "other" kids........



In my "spare" time, I coach elementary bball.  I LOVE basketball.  Not like I love/hate running.  I LOVE basketball.  Always have.  This year, my girls I had since they were in 3rd grade, are now in Jr. High.  They only have one home game this year and it was today so I decided I'd better go watch them.  They were like kids to me.  I had a hard time when they played their last elementary game as 6th graders.  I still enjoy riding their asses lightly encouraging them from time to time.  I got to have one of their practices when I subbed one day.  It was GREAT!!

My sis is their coach and she does an outstanding job!  They kinda rocked it today so I was very proud of them! 

In our small town, there aren't an over abundance of kids.  So, I went from having a really strong 6th grade team to having one 5th grader and a dozen 3rd and 4th graders.  I have to admit.  It took me a couple practices to get used to talking in my "nice" voice instead of my "shut the hell up and pay attention" voice.  You just can't talk the same to a half pint 3rd grader as you can a 6th grader.   It will be good for me.  :) 



And.............I can't talk about bball without paying tribute to the greatest player ever.



My husband will read this and then proceed to tell me that Wilt Chamberlain was the greatest player ever.  As if!!

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Ode to the running shoe.......

Size 11.  And I'm not referring to my pant size.  That's my ginormous shoe size.  Who cares, you say!  I care.  I'm 5'3".  Yeah, you read that right.  I wear a size 11 shoe have a head the size of a watermelon and nothing in between stretched far enough to be called tall.  When my husband and I were dating, my future MIL asked me why I was wearing his shoes.  And she wasn't joking.  Not only are my feet huge, they are flat as a pancake.  I'm also bow legged and pigeon toed.  Major problem.  I was so bow legged when I was little my parents had to put Forest Gump braces on my legs at night to sleep.  Seriously.  And "f" off for laughing!!!!!   I have a hell of a time finding the right shoes.  Nothing was different when I began the search for the "perfect" running shoe. We live on a ranch 21 miles from the closest town and 100 miles from a Walmart.  I r...
2 comments
Read more

Here goes nothing!

Recently my sister got me started reading blogs.  Funny, laugh out loud, real life people doing and saying things that make me laugh.  Love them!  So, having no extra time in my day, I decided I'd give it a try.  Why the hell not.  My life is full of stupid crap that no one everyone will want to read about.  First thing I had to come up with a name.  Problem was, everything I could think of was not appropriate for some that might read this.  Those that know me, know that I cuss.  Alot.  It's a terrible thing some of the filth that comes out of my mouth.  So, disclaimer..... I CUSS ALOT !!!!!!   Recently I started running.  I used to despise the thought of it.  I had visions of passing out while jogging 1/4 of a mile and would lay there till my husband, a hired man, or one of the horses/cows/dogs would find me.   But let's face it.  I'm not getting any younger.  And what's the...
3 comments
Read more

Where the hell's that Woodchuck??!!!!

Evil little bastards........I don't go out much.  I don't drink often.  And I know why.  I'm just not a young kid like I once was.  It's hard on a gal to recover the next day.  I'm going to blame it on Tara myself. She always FORCES us girls to drink Washington Apples.  Extra yummy but I'm really starting to not like all this peer pressure............It would be rude of me to say, "no I don't want your f'n drink".  I'm just not that person.  I  reluctantly willingly agree every time she "forces" one upon me.  Also rude to not drink the Woodchuck that so many kind souls bought me.  And thanks to my wonderful sister for putting this pic of me on facebook.  Notice the beautiful crooked way my face looks.  WTF!!! This one is much better.............. We had a wonderful evening with GREAT friends and I really don't feel THAT bad today.  Just like this guy who got his ass ran over by a truck..... ...
3 comments
Read more