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Thank God I don’t have to wear the skirt

In case you forgot what today is, it’s Stick Figure Saturday.  Remember this and all of its legitimacy??

Sure you do.

Here I go again.

So, yesterday I alluded to the fact that I’m attending the Cheerleading Rules Clinic today.

See, if I’m not already busy enough, I got roped into helping out a friend by being the assistant coach for varsity basketball cheerleading this year.  🙂  Luckily, my duties only include attending six or seven games so that she can get her children home at a reasonable hour.  I can totally sympathize with her on this.  And I’m getting a stipend for it, so that helps.

But I’m holding her to that six or seven games business. (Do you read this, V??)

I’ve got to admit, I’m quite nervous.  I was a cheerleader in middle school.  For two whole years.  And when I got to high school, I’d wanted to try out but didn’t or couldn’t or something and then I joined marching band and color guard and took a completely different path.

And now I’m feeling all fat and not cute and exhausted and not even remotely peppy.  At least I don’t have to wear the outfit.  If that were part of the plan I’d run away screaming.  (No one wants to see that, people. No. One.)

So I know nothing.  And I’m all “uhhh, GO TEAM? Right??” or something, when it comes to this.

Meh. I’ll figure it out.

Part of me feels like I’m venturing to the “Dark Side” since color guard and cheerleading usually don’t mix.  I feel like a traitor to my kind or something.


Anyway, Rah Rah, y’all.  Go link up with Ericka at Alabaster Cow.  Now.  I’m going to go learn some rules and then cuddle my babe.  I’m better at that than I am at cheering, anyway.

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