To say I’m athletic is to say that the John Legend and Chrissy Teigen holiday special was magical. Both are a lie and it’s ok to accept it. This is the second dodgeball game I’ve attended. First with my oldest and now my youngest (9-years-old) had his this evening. It’s held in their gym and… Continue reading Hot Mess Plays Dodgeball
Do you ever go through a holiday and someone completely takes you by surprise and gives you the most amazing gift on Earth? That was my Mother’s Day Weekend. Sure, I had to be up on Mother’s day at the ass crack of dawn for a soccer game, but the day before gave us what… Continue reading Parents Behaving Badly Part 3
I feel as if I’ve lived 4 days all in this Sunday. We had a soccer tournament in Cincinnati this weekend and like clock work, our Sunday game began at 7 f’ing 30! 7:30! On a Sunday!! Of course I did the responsible thing and showered around 7:30 pm the night before and in bed… Continue reading Weekend Round Up
When did March Madness become something of an American holiday? When I tell people not only do I not want to fill out a bracket but I won’t be watching basketball, they respond as if I just said I won’t be putting a Christmas tree up this year. I don’t like sports. We’ve been over… Continue reading 10 Reasons I Should Never Fill Out Brackets
This is what my husband jokingly says to our 12, almost 13-year-old. “You think you’re ready for the title?” So then they wrestle until P taps out and moves on. Later, P wrestles the 9-year-old C, until C taps out and then both move on. Aside from envisioning the worst possible scenario such as someone’s… Continue reading You Think You’re Ready For the Title?
There, I said it, I hate the olympics. Like sushi, I’ve tried to like it, even attempt to watch a few events but I just can’t. And what I hate the most? The winter olympics. Why? Because it embodies 2 of the things I hate the most: winter and exercise. I almost fall over in… Continue reading I Hate the Olympics
So when my work emails us and says there are free suite tickets for the OSU basketball game, I jump at it. Not because I love sports, I think many of you know my feelings about sports. It’s for my sons. It just so happens that no other co-workers could make the game today so… Continue reading Hot Mess Doesn’t Do Basketball
As I completely miss the soccer ball my 8-year-old kicks to me, I’m reminded of how little to no experience I have with any sport what so ever. Every skill these boys got is from my soccer extraordinaire husband. With the exception of soccer (which I do find tedious if it’s not the Crew or… Continue reading A How To Guide On Playing Football
My early morning conversations with my 12-year-old seem to becoming more and more ridiculous as the school year marches on. I wouldn’t trade them for the world. We have approximately 20 minutes between the time I wake up and the time I drive him to the bus stop. In a hung-over haze, I quickly attempt… Continue reading He’s Not Old, Damn It!
Saturday kicked off the beginning of soccer season with what is known as a friendly game at 9 a.m. for my 8-year-old son, while my husband was taking my 12-year-old to his game. To be honest, there isn’t such a thing as a soccer season. Perhaps a soccer year? It’s like a unicorn or big… Continue reading This Isn’t A Locker Room!
