The Call to Play Ball

Actually, my new calling doesn't REQUIRE me to play ball, but I am the Women's Sports Director of our ward. I really just have to organize and inform.

HOWEVER, in my attempt to magnify my calling, I decided to be on the team. Last night was our first basketball game. My team, who was nice enough not to tell me that I stunk to my face, convinced me to play "just two minutes." I ended up playing about two minutes AND thirty seconds, but it seemed like 10 minutes. They even passed me the ball twice. I even tried to shoot a basket. It hit the rim and everything (which is practically a point!).

I learned a lot: that people are very nice, that not all refs call the fouls, and that there's this thing called the "3 Second Rule" that involves not standing in this thing called "the key" for more than 3 seconds at a time when your team has the ball.

I hope to learn what positions 1, 2, and 3 mean as well as "are you up or down?"

Any basketball fanatics out there?

Here are Friday Five:
1. It's Friday! Boy do I need it, too. I swear this four day work week was a six day one (my sense of time is way off...)

2. My hubby went grocery shopping. I love a stocked fridge!

3. Free Ute gymnastics tonight for everyone that wears pink! (We're not going, but I'm glad for it, anyway).

4. Rain. I love rainy days.

5. Free newspaper at the Bookstore.

Wear Flats or Be Flat

There were always two reasons why I didn't wear heels. The first being that my very own handsome prince is about 1/2 inch taller than me, but if you include the fact that I have hair and he doesn't, we look about the same height. It never bothered him if I wore heels and was taller than him, but it always bothered me.

Not anymore, though. I'm over it. A lot of couples, I've since noticed, don't let the same issue bother them, either.




Let me point out that I've been married longer than any of these celebrity couples. Did Darin and I start a trend? We hip, you know.

I only have one obstacle left to be able to wear heels:


Can anybody teach me how to WALK in them?

No, I haven't forgotten the Trip of 2008, where I flip-flopped in the middle of a downtown intersection during morning traffice. And I wasn't wearing flip-flops.

Any tips would be appreciated.

(And speaking of "falling", I have my first basketball game tonight. Wish me luck. Or fast and pray for me, that might be of more help...)

Regret

"If you can't be a good example, you'll have to be a horrible warning."
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Summer 2008: In one of our FHEs a long time ago, we read a talk in The Friend about regret. In essence, we read that we should try to live our life so that we wouldn't have any regrets. Even though we taught this for the kids' benefit, I haven't forgotten it.

November 2008: Our ward did a 40 day fast for missionary work. Our ward mission leader challenged everyone to pray for a person. I fasted and prayed, and got my answer.

Last night: Enrichment Night. I'm going, I even invited my sister. On the way home from work, I think to ask my friend that I've been praying for. TERROR washes over me. This lady is extremely nice and absolutely WOULD NOT be offended if I asked her. Why was I scared?

I got home, and was so "busy" that I didn't have time to call her before I left. Enrichment was great, and I know my friend would have loved it.

Fast forward to right now: REGRET.

Aaaaaahhh!

Learn from me, folks. Learn.

My Five:
1. Second chances?

2. Cooking.

3. Gloves.

4. Hugs from my kids and husband every morning before I leave.

5. Friends.