Style Points

Last night was my weekly soccer match. After discussing the ball-to-the-head incident with my doctors, I decided not to play soccer for now. I'm not saying that I'll never play again (I'm too stubborn and competitive for that), but for the first year after the surgeries I'm just going to try and take it easy. Since my skull, and tissues are still fusing, I figure I might as well avoid hard impact. That sounds like a no brainer (no pun intended), but prior to the diagnosis I was a go-big-or-go-home kind of girl.

Since I can't kick butt on the field, I decided to earn style points. It all started yesterday when Danny found my old high school cheerleading skirt (which actually still fits...a little snug, but it fits). I tossed on my jersey, my soccer socks, and painted black lines under my eyes. I'll do anything for a laugh.

It was our third game, and we have yet to win, but we're not that invested in the score. We'd love to win, don't get me wrong, but it's the meeting after the game, at a local pub, that we're truly after. There's nothing better than a girls night.

Here's a goofy team photo to make you smile. I'm the odd duck on the left. Hard to miss the skirt. PS You can kind of see my new hair cut which I have yet to capture photogenically. Soon, I promise.