I finished the World of Warcraft quilt - in record time! If you want to see the story, the photos and the details, please visit the Tawny Bee Website.
Nope, that wasn't the confession. Although every muscle in my upper body is hurting from pulling that quilt through my machine and I let my kids run wild during Spring Break so that I could finish this quilt, so technically I could make some sort of confession out of it. But I won't.
Instead I'll tell you about last Saturday.
It was a Saturday like any other. We were sitting in the rec room trying to decide what we were going to do that day. The movies didn't seem to interest the kids. It wasn't nice enough to go to the park.
What to do?
Then Terry suggested something so epic... so fun... so awesome... that we couldn't say no.
Visions of 70s fashion and nostalgia went racing through my head.
Yes... we went roller skating! :D :D
And I wanted it to be just like I remembered it when I was 8 years old and went to a friend's birthday party at the roller rink. I would be cool, skating around the place with ease. My hair would be flowing in the breeze. Good music would make me want to do a twirl or two. I would be wearing some cute high waisted shorts that would sparkle in the mirrored disco ball...
Folks - It didn't quite go like that.
My confession? I'm a miserable roller skater.
But my kids had fun teasing mommy about how awful she was. I was the butt of many jokes that day.
This is how it really went...
I put on my skates and immediately fell backwards. I didn't fall on my ass though... no... that would be too dignified for me. Instead I did a teetering, contortionist move that make me look like a fat clown on wheels. But I remained standing.
Since the kids have never been roller skating either, it was my responsibility to hold one of the them up. Okaaayy... hold myself and one of them up. Gotcha. I can do this.
Fortunately, Terry realized that roller skating might not be his thing either. So he went and rented roller blades instead. Then we went out onto the floor. I was holding Lane. This girl was very excited to skate. And by very excited, I mean that she was kicking her legs out in every direction not really concerned that she couldn't balance or stand up. Nope, mommy would hold her up and she would just skate right?
Ahhhhhhh.... I screamed and got kicked in the shins by that little girl for about 15 minutes before I could take no more. And for your amusement, 15 minutes means that we made it about half way around the rink hehehe
So we decided on another approach to save my bleeding shins. Logan, who was holding on to his daddy for dear life with both hands, graciously let me take one of those hands. Lane lined up on the other side of daddy. Now we were in family line position.
And boy did we fly around that course! We were practically careening.
My hair was starting to flow I tell ya.
And by careening, I mean we were skating at about 0.0000483 Km/hour.
CAREENING out of control!
After that exhilarating experience, daddy went out onto the rink in turns, holding the kids and skating really fast for their amusement.
I sat on a bench and watched Logan pretend to play video games. Looking the part with my roller skates still on, but not having to actually skate anymore. :)
Logan now likes to remind me that he is a better skater than mommy and that he was actually holding me up while we careened around the rink. *sigh*
And wouldn't you know it - they keep asking if we can go skating next weekend?
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