Classic Skating

How old am I again?

57? Oh yes..

First, I wore my knee-length ill-fitting shorts so my heat flashes wouldn't get the best of me. Upon arrival, I laced my smelly, germ-infested skates on as tight as I could for ultimate ankle support (followed by 2 squirts of hand sanitizer)... and I must mention that my "purrrrfect" kitten socks were overflowing my steamy, leather rollers. I hesitantly stood and shuffled my way to the rink's metal railing, carefully calculating the possible outcome of each step. The children flew by, the air whirling past my ears causing a massive pump of terror to circulate through my body. Eeeeeee.... My bones creaked. My forehead glistened. I skated along...

And all was well. I only took down one little boy (who I was actually trying to help along).

I haven't skated in nearly 10 years. Putting on those skates of death was a scary leap for me! Such an experience.
I saved a life. I saw one almost lost. and I ate a pretzel with cheese!

All in all, a good day!

Louisville Slugger

On Memorial Day, "the wives" and I attended a Minor League Louisville Bats baseball game. The game was at the Louisville Slugger Field. It was a LOT of fun! There were TONS are military people (i guess marines or something). Also, they played a lot of patriotic videos on the large screen, and they had some patriotic singers performing patriotic medleys. It really did remind me of how grateful I am to be a citizen of this country. I love America and being American, and I just want to cry when I think of all of the great men and women who have served and do serve the people of this country. Woooo!

The BAT crowd surfing with the marines.

The scoreboard (we lost).

Jessica and Me (we couldn't get a very good picture).

The crazy bat. I just love him. I think his name is Buddy.

Some of the field and the crazy sky. This field is located right across from the river walk (downtown), and it's actually really pretty.

I promise to do better.

I'm an awful friend.
I'm not saying this to get compliments or to make you make me feel better about myself. But seriously. I am so sorry. to anyone I may have been less than perfect of a friend to.

I have this horrible habit of forgetting peoples' birthdays. I hate that I can't remember, even with facebook's reminder list. sad. I hate that I can't afford to buy something seriously amazing (like fancy make-up, a spa day, a skydiving ticket, or anything else you may desire) for your birthday. I'm also sorry I'm not thoughtful enough to produce something seriously sentimental... like a homemade video of all of your friends and family telling you how truly amazing you really are. I think of doing these things, but the ideas slip through my fingers before I know what happened.

I want to cringe when I think of all of the beautiful things you have done for me and how you deserve so much more than I have given you.

For example.. that time I saw you on your birthday and didn't even remember. and you didn't tell me. I wanted to vomit when I realized it several days later.

I'm sorry I'm missing your wedding (even though it probably means more to me than to you).

I'm sorry I haven't been much support since I got married.. or even engaged.

I'm sorry I didn't call you on that day that changed our lives forever and taught us lessons we wished we didn't have to learn.

I'm sorry I haven't sent you a Thank You card yet, and probably never will.

I'm sorry I never acknowledged you for saving my wedding day.

I'm sorry I can't do for you all of the beautiful things you've done for me.

I'm sorry I didn't text you back.

I'm sorry I never call.

I'm sorry we haven't talked since High School.

I'm sorry.

But here's the thing. Despite my being hopelessly flawed. I L O V E Y O U , yes YOU, so so so much. If I could, I would give you everything you want and need. I'd hand craft a thank-you card every single day and send you notes of admiration in the mail. I'd throw you the biggest party you could imagine, with every person who loves you in attendence. I'd be there, sitting in the front row, cheering you on. If I could, I'd bake an ACE OF CAKES cake for you and deliver it myself (or leave it on your doorstep as a surprise). I'd buy you everything on your gift registry and fly anywhere you'd ask, just so I could hug you and tell you I love you. I'm proud of you and you mean the world to me. Yes, you do.

I'm a firm believer that we are all miracle-workers. We are instuments in His hands. How powerful is that? I also believe that every kind thought should be shared, and every kind deed that comes to mind should be delivered. I believe that life is beautiful, and we can each make it that way. I wish I lived this more.

I'll work on it. Really, I will.

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