while, yes, at some point today there WILL be a ballet picture of littleAli and littleAli’sonlyslightlybiggersisterlittleCharna, it won’t be until this evening, because i am at work and have no access to the baby Ali files.
EDITED TO ADD:
okay…here you go!
porsche hoodie. tutu.
you can see more here.
and i would have done it last night…but this is how i spent my evening:
it poured. POURED. on us at baseball. our more dedicated than i teammates pushed to get at least 5 innings in so we could call it an official game. what? but i stuck it out, shivering and blind (had to take my glasses off because i could see nothing) and actually hit better than i’ve hit, well, EVER. OVER the second baseman’s head! i know, right?!?!?
it’s weird…me and baseball.
i am the kind of person who only likes to do things i can do REALLY well. i passed this horrible, embarrassing trait onto my daughter Emily, who has zero patience for her Hebrew homework because she’s not perfect at it. she.is.me.
i’m not an if at first you don’t succeed try, try again person. oh no. i’m an if at first you don’t succeed, move your ass onto something else. mediocre is kind of the same as being, well, bad. i’d rather not do it at all. i’ll give you a perfect example. i don’t dance. i won’t dance. because i’m only an OKAY dancer. and i don’t like to be just okay.
i mean, of course, there are moments when i’m forced to dance. please note: i was under the influence of copious amounts of alcohol before this nauseating picture was taken. also please note: i will NEVER wear a white brassiere underneath that dress again. BAD IDEA.
but baseball? i’m a fairly AVERAGE player. i can’t even tell you how much it KILLS me to say that. i’m a fairly average player who can hit the ball…usually to the shortstop and i usually get out at first base because i can rarely outrun the shortstop’s throw to the base. i can field the ball, sometimes. you probably have a 50/50 chance with that when i’m playing second base. i stand out in the field and i sing. out loud. the last few weeks it’s been No Rain by Blind Melon. and it started because i was praying that we’d stay dry -for once AND because we were playing a team with yellow and black jerseys.
i’m a fairly average player who plays in TWO GAMES. oh yes.
and yet i still play. i show up. i play in the freaking rain. i bring enthusiasm. and cookies. and occasionally i bring beer. but i still play. even though i’m only OKAY.
that, friends, is the face of DEDICATION. if you are so inclined, while you are waiting for me to post my ballet photos, you can check out the rest of my baseball set on flickr)
ps. something else i do that i’m only fairly good at? PHOTOGRAPHY. but Isabella thinks i should stick it out.