* I never thought I'd censor myself, but . . . some of you may notice this post has been changed from it's original state.
Guess what I've been doing all weekend?
Cheering my heart out at my daughter's soccer playoff games.
YAY! Go Team!
I even tried to fit into my old cheer skirt from high school but I couldn't zip it up. (My daughter was so bummed. She loves it when I wear it in public almost as much as she loves it when I talk about my comma in public.)
Remember the time when I saw Jack Johnson at my daughter's soccer game?
Well, I saw him again while I was taking this action shot of my daughter.
How lucky am I? Nicest famous guy in the world.
But famous people are people too and I vow never to speak his famous name again so as to respect his privacy and not embarrass his neice or put my daughter at risk of being stoned in the public square at school.
(Fame stinks! But I think I'd like fortune!)
BTW, My daughter's team took 2nd place! YAY! Go Red Raiders! They've never gone this far before.
(I just wish I could still fit into my cheer skirt so I could've done a round off back handspring.)