You know when you watch those movies, and there is always that person who is still living in the past. Maybe they were a high school jock, or a cheerleader and they are still living in the time zone. They never put down the pom pom's or the football and they are living in the past? Well, that is me. I realized that this morning when I threw away my baby's poopy diaper. We have a garbage in our garage and I was too lazy to walk a few steps and so I decided to try and make a "basket." I promise you, I did make the basket. But what I did after is what I'm all hung up over today. After I made it, I felt good inside and out loud said to Connelly, "your mommy still has it." as I made a fist with my right hand and pulled it towards me with celebration. (I think I would have given myself "5" if I could do that.) What? Yes I am living in the past, I'm thinking I still have my basketball skills because I made a basket into the garbage can with a poopy diaper. I see myself as that young teenager still. I think of myself as a jock, but am I really? What do I do? I work out. Yeah, yeah I did a little dabbling in the triathlons a few years ago, but I'm no jock. BUT in my head I am. And that is all that counts in "kandyland". I tried to scan a picture from the past into my computer, but the software isn't downloaded on this new computer we got, so I'll do it later and just edit this post, but until then, I'm sure your imaginations will just run wild about how I looked as a teenager thinking I was a super star at basketball.
I do love I played sports, I still love sports, and outdoorsy things, but I'm no Michael Jordan or anything. But this morning for a brief moment I "still had it."
I do love I played sports, I still love sports, and outdoorsy things, but I'm no Michael Jordan or anything. But this morning for a brief moment I "still had it."
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