Girls and Boys

Sexism is a social disease ~ Author Unknown

Both my kids are athletes. Pretty good ones if you ask me.

Dylan plays lacrosse. He works hard and spends time practicing. When he’s home you can find him in the yard, throwing his ball against the garage wall and catching it or practicing shots on goal. He signs up for every clinic and off-season skills training he can. Recently, he has been studying how others play by watching college and professional games on television and further developing his lacrosse IQ. It helps that he lives with a walking lacrosse encyclopedia. Hint, it’s not me.

His sport takes a toll on his body. He is a walking bruise. Honestly, he looks like he gets beat with a metal pole. This week he’s nursing a pretty bad sprained foot but he loves lacrosse and he’s good at it so he deals with the physical pain. I like that he has a healthy balance between his work ethic and his play ethic.

Emma is a dancer. She works hard and spends hours practicing. When she’s not in the studio dancing, she’s home dancing or stretching or doing crunches. She is pathological in her pursuit of her goals. She is also a walking bruise. Her shoulder always looks raw and painful and on certain days her knees look purple; the consequences of throwing herself on hard floors 5 days a week. Continue reading

In sickness…

The greatest wealth is health ~ Virgil

I’m not a good patient. I’m sure that is surprising to exactly none of you. I bring this up since the last three days have been spent in a haze of headache, sleep, and other less ah, pleasant, pursuits. Since Sunday, I have eaten four slices of dry white toast. No, that’s not correct.  Three slices of dry white toast and one buttered slice (the buttered one was this morning to see if I could “tolerate” it; so far so good). As I write this, I am having my first dose of caffeine since Sunday. Sunday people! It’s Wednesday! Afternoon!

I have missed three days of work (they really are the best!) and up until 15 minutes ago, had decided that there would be no blog entry this week. Perhaps the caffeine is starting to work, or the butter! Bacon would probably make me a superstar!

Usually I can suck it up and soldier on. Not this time. Whatever this thing is, it’s nasty and vicious.

Whoa, ugly wave of nausea there AND a brand spanking new headache! Thank you, Jesus!

Just when you think you’re starting to feel just the slightest bit human, it turns back around and doubles down on the misery. Continue reading