Wow that hurts!

I've been meaning to give you guys an update of Game #2. Well, it had it's ups and downs. So cool thing #1 - we won! But it didn't really count because we had already had to forfeit the game because we didn't have enough players when the game started. Cool thing #2 - I scored a goal! However, it was the LAMEST goal ever. Seriously, had that ball been rolling any slower it would have started rolling backwards, I kid you not. How that ball made it in, I have no idea. BGF was there and said the goalie was wicked pissed, and I can't blame him...the ball was moving that slow. I didn't last very long...I have a strained muscle. I was running late and didn't get a chance to loosen up and stretch. I think I made it all of 60 seconds in the game before I felt the burn in my right leg. BGF thinks inguinal injury - I'm tyring to figure out where exactly that is...that looks like it's more in the abdomen. That's not at all what hurts, it's the top of my thigh. And I have never felt pain like that. It's much better now, sometimes my leg feels a little tight and it's sore walking up or down stairs. But that night, there was a point where I honestly thought I was going to throw up it hurt so bad. Now yes, I admit, I'm a total wuss, but it was awful!!

I was talking to my best friend from home, commenting on how I played for 4 years, all of high school, and never got hurt. Her response? "Seventeen is a lot different than 27." Oh no you didn't, bitch! She was just repeating the words of her husband's doctor to him when he got hurt playing soccer. He's played soccer for a long time, and didn't suffer any injuries until he hit 27. Guess I am getting old. I think I'll be fine by the time next Wednesday. I want to score a less lame goal!

Not much else is going on. Oh, I have a fireplace in my apartment, and I'm actually considering trying to figure out how to turn it on. When I very first moved in GravyDave tried to turn it on, but it never did work. I didn't really care, I didn't foresee myself actually using it. With this cold weather though, I've been thinking about turning it on, but I'll be honest - I'm scared of it. It's a gas fireplace and I just think I'll manage to blow myself up. Maybe it would be best if I left it alone...

Funny Pics

At least I think they're funny...

Winter clearance next to swimsuits:



And who wants a salad?

I Had Fun!!

First and foremost, I thought I was going to die - my fat ass needs to get in shape! I'm surprised my lungs didn't explode and my heart stop dead in it's tracks. I admit I'm not good, but it was so much fun to get out there and kick the ball around. I did have one (really lousy) shot on goal, and I had some passes that connected. BGF did come to the game with me, and he did have some advice for me. I need to be more aggressive, and be more confident. I'm sure both of those will come with time. Did I mention I had a good time? I really really did! The only bad thing is our team needs more players. Anyone interested? There are always 6 players on the field, a goalie and 5 in the field, and you sub in and out on the fly. That was incredibly hard for us to do as there were times we had no subs. We didn't have one initially, but a player showed up, but having an extra man didn't last too terribly long because a player was hurt. Season ending hurt...no good. But then at halftime another player on the team showed up, and he hurt his knee. It's doubtful that he'll play anymore. That totally sucks. Oh, I just realized I didn't mention we lost. I think the final score was...8-1? Some number to 1. But we scored! Well, one of the guys that got hurt scored. Sigh...but it was still fun!

Hehe

It was around 2:30 this afternoon and I was using the restroom and I noticed my undies were on inside out. Maybe I was a little more tired than I realized this morning? Haha I felt dumb!

Tomorrow night is my first indoor soccer game, and I am nervous! Let me count the ways...I've never played indoor before. It's with a team of 10 people, and I only know two of them through Best Guy Friend. And he's not even playing! The last time I kicked a soccer ball was Thanksgiving night...I kicked one against a wall by myself for a few minutes. Before that, I can't even remember. I did play outdoor soccer, but that was 9th-12th grade, and we need not go into how old I am. My conditioning is going to be AWFUL. Since having my tonsils out I've been so slack about exercising. Might have to do with the fact that I'm so damn tired, but whatever. BGF says he's going...I don't know if he's the kind of moral support I need. Some people think BGF is a jackass, which I can understand. He's a sarcastic person, but don't take it personally! The problem is with my nerves, I think I won't find him funny. Silly Kimmy, it's just a game!

Me Time

Holy crap has this evening been fantastic. I went out with for lunch, shopping, and a movie with BGF and wife, and then came home and cooked myself dinner. Then I spent the rest of tonight just working around the apartment, cleaning things up, getting rid of some trash, vacuuming, and such. Man, the place looks great! Anyone want to come over for drinks? It'll be BYOWhatever because I don't have a lot here, unless you want to help me break into the growler of beer I received for Christmas, but this place really does look fit to have company! And yes, this is a big deal because I am horrible at keeping things neat. The night at home I've been wanting so badly - it was definitely tonight, and it's been so awesome! And weird. Being home by myself for so long...for a moment I almost felt lonely. Don't worry, I got over that pretty quick!

Didn't Take Long

I've already had my first bad dream of the new year. Lately there's been a lot of baby talk going around. My bf's sister had a baby, the author of a blog that I follow is due any time now, a former coworker of mine is due on Sunday, a coworker's friend just had a baby, another coworker recently found out she was expecting....babies babies everywhere! Last night's dream (or should I say this morning's dream) wasn't me pregnant, which was cool, but it was two of my former coworkers. These two would never be involved in real life, one is married, the other is dating someone, and I don't even think they like one another.

In my dream the child appeared to be a product of a fling or a one-night stand, but not an actual relationship. She was going into Labor, and he wasn't even allowed to be in the room. All of the news of the birth was being delivered to him secondhand, mostly by me. He was so happy about all of the news, and he wanted nothing more to actually be there, but she was adamant that he stay away. She even named the baby with no input from him. My dream wasn't bad in the sense it was scary, it was just so heartbreaking. He was so frustrated and upset that he wasn't allowed to be involved. I woke up with that feeling of being so sick to my stomach and upset. Yuck.

Slacker

Yeah, been pretty slack about writing on here lately. Honestly, I feel like I've been so damn busy I just want to sit on my couch like a bump on a log, not bang away on my keyboard. Heck, I've hardly even been home enough to sit on my couch. Left for MA last week on Tuesday night. I did have a good time, don't get me wrong, but I will NEVER EVER spend 16 HOURS in a CAR with my family AGAIN. NEVER. Even though I was back here in NC on Sunday, I spent pretty much the entire day with my BGF (Best Guy Friend) and his wife watching football. And even though I didn't hang out with anyone on Monday night, I was doing laundry, cleaning up, and there was a trip to the grocery store in there. Last night after trivia was my first chance to just sit on my couch and relax. Tonight I'm sure I'll be doing something to ring in the New Year...just not sure what, yet! So...let's see, that means tomorrow night is me & couch time. Woohoo!