When football & Olympics Clash

Go Hallows Team

(Part two)

So a few days ago was my birthday and it was one of the better ones I have had in a few years. I have to be honest, I was not expecting such a birthday seeing how it landed on Sunday this year. You know..No shopping for a new outfit, No going out for dinner, No movies.
Yes, my 33rd birthday came on August 17 and went...but not with out a few things to jot down.

I know my cake says 21...I was reminiscing and they were the only candles I had. I couldn't put 12 on there, now could I?

I was thinking that a Sunday birthday might be uneventful, which is was.
OH, how I enjoy that!
The uneventful day looked like this...

NO Laundry
NO Cooking ( Luke surprised me with B-fast in bed and cooked Dinner all by his little ol' self)
NO Cleaning
2 hours of inspecting my eyelids closed
2 hours of driving to and from church (I love sunday drives)
3 hours of Spiritual time at church (well, that's not totally true) Luke and I are now team teachers for sunbeams and so it was more like 2 hours of playing with eight 5 year olds.
1 hour walk with my family around the ranch

*and this is where it turned ugly*

When we go for walks there is always a ball that goes with us...a football, baseball or soccer ball. This days ball of choice was a Nerf football. We had decided for our walk we would let the girls go see the horses. Luke, Carter, Creed and I would play catch out in the field area. Imagine if you will, us playing catch, teaching Carter the proper way to throw and catch the ball. I don't know why this is, but Luke always like to have someone, usually me, run long for a pass. "Go long", he says as I run this way and that way. So we did that a few times across the patch of rocky dirt. Just then the girls realized they are missing out on the fun with the football and decided to join us.

Let me go back to pre-walk time. Just before we had left the house the TV was on the 100 meter dash and 100 meter hurdles Olympic trials. The girls love watching running as we have tried to encourage them to be "track and field stars". We as parents couldn't do it, so we live through our children. We enjoy that for a bit and then Luke realizes we can't go with out flipping stations to get an even balance with the Brett Favre debut with the JEts. So the channel goes back and forth a few times to get our fill....of both. So we leave the house with Racing and football on the Brain.

Back to the football game/sunday walk. As the girlie's come to join us, Luke wagers a race between Shelby and Lainie. They run and it's pretty close to a tie. Lainie wagers Carter to a race which ends in me consoling him for losing to an 8 year old. Shelby wagers Carter, Carter wagers me then Creed then Lainie. I mean it goes on and on. Finally Lainie gets brave and wagers me in a race. We line up at the starting line, which is at the tip of Luke's toes and listen for him to say "ready, set, go".
Off we go up the road to the 50 meter finish line. The deal is...before we got to the finish line, at about 40 meters, I feel this hard smack right in the back of my head. I feel my head fly forward as my hair come around my head and engulfs my face. I knew in an instant what just hit me...that dang football! Dadgum, Bret Favre...let me at least finish my race. I don't know what Luke was thinking throwing me a pass with my back to him. Actually I know exactly what he was thinking "wouldn't it be awesome if I hit the birthday girl in the back of the head while she is trying to beat her 8 year daughter at a foot race? Yeah that would be great...let's give it a whirl."

He really did it!

I made a quick turn to meet his eyes and then we laughed our faces off.

I had to give it to him, it was a Great Shot.

if only I could of caught it!

Needless to say...it was a wonderful birthday!

I am Loved