I am a very competitive person. Anyone that knows me well can attest to that. I like to be right all the time, and I like to win at everything! Cards, video games, sports...you name it.
So, when I noticed that my friend Ragan added the Blogger Blog List, I thought it was a great motivator to keep my blog at the top of her list. No one wants to be last in line, right? I immediately began thinking of it as a competition. It's funny, because even though I don't want my name to be the last in her blog list, I really don't feel like I have much to blog about.
I do a lot of the same stuff everyday. I go to the gym Mon., Wed. and Fri. at 9:00 in the mornings. I go to Free Lunch with Jader at a nearby school from 11:30-12:30 daily. I usually take a nap during Jader's nap, or read The Host, written by Stephanie Meyer (which I recommend, by the way). My daughter calls it 'The Scary Eye' book. I'm a little frightened by the cover, too, so I know why she says that.
After naps, we play and make dinner. And on the weeknights I do family stuff Monday, softball league Tuesday (which will be switching to Monday nights when I start playing with a coed team**(horrible story to follow**)), Mutual Wednesday, Game Night Thursday, Date Night Friday, clean house Saturday, church stuff Sunday. Pretty routine, and very monotonous.
But, I'm only telling you all this because I want to be at the top of Ragan's list for just a little while. :)
I have to tell you a horrible story. This happened to me last night. I was playing softball, and this was the last night of our league play. We were playing in the loser's bracket because we lost a game the previous week. Last night we played against the team that kicked us into the loser's bracket, and we all wanted to seek revenge, because we had been winning against this team all season.
Anyway, I am playing for the Home team, and the score is 8-11 (them) in the final inning of our game. I am up to bat, with two girls on base. I am the tying run, but our team has two outs. So, I am going up to bat with a little pressure on me. I think, 'No problem. I've been hitting really well all night, I'll get a double, or triple, easily'. First pitch, I hit a foul ball. (Oh, we start with 1 ball, 1 strike.) I let the second pitch go because it's a ball. I swing for the third pitch, and. I. MISSED!!! I struck out. I felt like the biggest L.O.S.E.R.!!!! I am telling you, I have not struck out in years! Years! And I felt like I totally lost that game for us. I was shocked, to say the least. I'm not saying I made the only errors, but when I finished the game like that, actually, the season like that, I felt like I was two inches tall. I just laughed at myself and told the girls I was sorry.
So, even though I am Ultra-Competitive, I don't freak out about things like that. Life is too short. We need to laugh at ourselves more, and not take ourselves so seriously. Even though, I should mention that later on last night, I had a hard time falling to sleep because I still couldn't believe I struck out. How embarassing!!
Okay, it's not a horrible story, just an embarrassing one. But, it's a story that will take me to the top of a Blog List! Woot!
2 comments:
And it gets me to read your post really fast when it's at the top of my Blog List :) You're too funy! Sorry about the game last night, but glad you're not too upset about it.
I almost included a little challenge for people to stay at the top of my list when I started it, but looks like I didn't need to ;)
I'm reading The Host right now. It is good!
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