Crossfacing your daughter
I just got back from a diagnostics lab which drew an obscene amount of blood from my extremely strong two year old daughter for some tests that we are having run. But that's not the point of this post. The real message here is stay in school. Because in school you can join the wrestling team and that, should you decide to be a parent, will be far more useful then any geometry, trig, or calc that you learned.
See kids, you can't letter in sports with a GED. If you stay in school and wrestle, you may even have an experience like I did, a wrestler in the unlimited class who got to wrestle a girl, also in the unlimited class. What does that have to do with anything, well nothing really and everything. Just thought I'd give you something to think about on a Friday afternoon. Oh yeah, and she was slamming down cheeseburgers prior to our match. I swear to god. It grossed me out so much I totally remember the exact type and brand, they were "Burger Bundles" from Burger King (circa 1986/87). Anyone remember those? Three or six mini burgers. She had a six pack. Burgers, not abs. I'm sure she had a great personality though.
Anyhow, my daughter is probably going to hate me for a long time. In a position that resembled a half-nelson and then a cradle, I couldn't quite get the pin (damn left shoulder kept coming off the table). I did manage to get quite a few three-point nearfalls and in the middle of it all I remembered the cheeseburger eating girl I had to wrestle in high school and started laughing. Dad laughing while she is being traumatized. Good times, good times.
yup, your name is MUD for a while with your daughter...laughing during her drama....meany!
Burger bundles, now there is a memory I haven't given any thought to in a very long time....I think they were trying to compete with White Castle maybe? Either way, gross.
Posted by Barb on November 03, 2007 at 05:06 AM PDT #