One of the best cards I ever saw, and still remember, said the following:
Don't Kiss Your Honey
When Your Nose is Runny
You May Think It's Funny
But It Snot
Gets me every time!!!
I bring up this lovely poem because it coincides with my weekend. On Sunday, I went to watch a hockey game Cole was coaching, followed by the hockey team holiday dinner. The second I walked into the ice rink, I remembered why I hadn't been to a single game yet this season. My fingers and toes went numb and I could see my breath.... and I wasn't even IN the ice rink yet! I was standing by the window panes looking in. And that was as close to the ice as I was going to get for the next 2 hours. I pulled out my phone and attempted to send a few text messages out.... and I let my friends know that I am not cut out to be the hockey mom Cole really wants me to be. I couldn't feel my nose and I was pretty sure it was running down my face. Frozen snot is not quite the look I am striving for, for the next 18+ years. The mom haircut and mom jeans are pushing it as it is.
So Cole and I made a pact on the way to the holiday team dinner. Between hockey & choir, our children will have plenty of winning choices. And hopefully they follow in their mothers footsteps. Or at least pick a sport where I can cheer them on from a warm and cozy spot in the stands. But if Cole wins out, and we have a hockey son or hockey daughter, then even though I technically "lose" I will actually still "win"... I will just pour some Baileys in my coffee before every game and pee my pants to keep warm. Kind of like this yo-yo...
Don't Kiss Your Honey
When Your Nose is Runny
You May Think It's Funny
But It Snot
Gets me every time!!!
I bring up this lovely poem because it coincides with my weekend. On Sunday, I went to watch a hockey game Cole was coaching, followed by the hockey team holiday dinner. The second I walked into the ice rink, I remembered why I hadn't been to a single game yet this season. My fingers and toes went numb and I could see my breath.... and I wasn't even IN the ice rink yet! I was standing by the window panes looking in. And that was as close to the ice as I was going to get for the next 2 hours. I pulled out my phone and attempted to send a few text messages out.... and I let my friends know that I am not cut out to be the hockey mom Cole really wants me to be. I couldn't feel my nose and I was pretty sure it was running down my face. Frozen snot is not quite the look I am striving for, for the next 18+ years. The mom haircut and mom jeans are pushing it as it is.
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| Look 1: Frozen Face Hockey Mom "Would you kids like some fresh orange slices and Gatorade?" |
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| Look 2: I'm known to some as a MILF. |
So Cole and I made a pact on the way to the holiday team dinner. Between hockey & choir, our children will have plenty of winning choices. And hopefully they follow in their mothers footsteps. Or at least pick a sport where I can cheer them on from a warm and cozy spot in the stands. But if Cole wins out, and we have a hockey son or hockey daughter, then even though I technically "lose" I will actually still "win"... I will just pour some Baileys in my coffee before every game and pee my pants to keep warm. Kind of like this yo-yo...
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| Go Team Go! |
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