Things I learned...

Last month pink eye went rampant through the kids upstairs. I avoided them like the plague and everytime my kids came downstairs they had to wash their hands. We avoided it for two weeks. Then I went to Florida and it was out of my hands. Shali never got it but Savanna and Kaila did.

I was talking to my friend about this and she told me her doctor said:

When one of the kids gets pink eye put a drop in everyones eye.


She said she hasn't had a problem with pink eye spreading since she started doing that.

If theres a sign that says food, it doesn't mean you should eat it.

   Candilander, Smelly and I went to Wendover and headed to the buffet. (because thats what you do there, you eat.) That night was a seafood buffet and of course yummy yummy yummy prime rib!
   On my third round of perusing the food I discovered something that almost made me vomit when I saw the name: DEEP FRIED FROG LEGS!  I quickly walked past it and told Smelly and Candilander my discovery.  Even though Smelly had three full plates in front of her she made me get up so she could go try this so called delicacy.
                                                                                                                                                                  

It's really gross because even though it is fried, all I can think about is the slimy frog leg.

Here is Emily eating the leg. I know its a blurry picture but it still captures the true face of how she felt.  What made it worse was she saw the tendon in the leg. She put the rest down and covered it with her napkin. Yup, I knew not to eat a frog leg.

My momma always said you can tell a lot about a person by their shoes . . . .

We were in an elevator that was surrounded in mirrors and Smelly had mentioned that her shorts and socks kind of look funny. I looked over and told her it was her shoes that made her look funny.

They look like old man shoes.  I thought they were slippers. Her defense was they were from REI so they were cool and best of all comfortable.  The best part of this whole conversation was an old lady was in the elevator and she was trying so hard not to laugh at us but it didn't work.

Don't judge a book by it's cover.

Saturday I got a text wondering if I could
sub for a coed team that night. I found a sitter and I was ready to go.

I'm always nervous about subbing wether I'll be up to snuff for
the team. Especially when it involves a coed team. Usually coed
teams prefer male keepers. So bias. Pffft

The game started and the first shot was drilled at me and I blocked it with the inside of
my leg. If I wasn't wearing pants I'm sure it would have stung a
lot more.

There are three saves specifically that make me laugh.
1: The ball was coming toward me against the wall and my defense wasn't there yet. So I ran out and got my foot on it a split second before him and was then smashed into the wall by a 200+ pound guy. SAVE! He was nice and asked if I was ok afterward.

2: a few minute later the same guy got around the defense and was to my right just inside the box. I charged and slid. I saved the ball while at the same time taking this big guys feet right out from under him. It made me smile. He asked again if I was ok. I did the same.

3: My luckiest save was just that. The guy was scoring all the goals was coming at me down the center. Again I don't know where my defense was so went to cut off the angle. He tried to shoot and I caught it between my legs. I still can't beleive it.

My defense was definately awesome but there are always the times they just aren't there. They saved my butt many times.

We were up 10-6 with 4 minutes to go but as always anything can happen. They got a free PK and the girl was able to get around me. And girl goals are worth 2. Then a scored a goal. And with one minute to go this girl got a lucky shot. My fingers partially blocked it but not good enough so we lost by one.

It was a fun game and my ego swelled a bit after the game. You can tell when people are just going through the motions and saying good game after and when they mean it. Everybody had a look of amazement and told me I did awesome. Even the ref came over and told me I did well. The team told me I could sub for them anytime. I'm glad I did well for the team. I left that game with a few more bruises, jammed fingers, rug burn, and a slightly bigger head. But that just means I have more pressure to do well if I sub for them again and I'm up to the challenge. :)