so consensus has it i should do a vlog. i hereby make a promise to you all and my bffff, squeaky, a vlog will be coming your way soon. well, maybe soon. depends on how you define "soon." point is it will be happening.
now on to the whole reason why we all love tuesdays so much... the two pics below are near and dear to my heart and remind me of my early beginning at a long soccer career.
here's 8 year old (flash) on her first ever legitimate soccer team, the hotshots. we were pink and blue because our team was made up of a bunch of very girlie girls and pink was THE color of the day. who would have ever thought that from such humble beginnings, most of the girls i played with would go on to play division 1 college soccer and a few of which play professionally worldwide to this day. now on to the important stuff - let me address my hair, beaver teeth, and broken arm. until about age 8, i had rapunzel long hair. i somehow got the brilliant idea to chop it all off and donate it to locks of love. (i'm a giver like that.) i also cut my own bangs. obvs. the teeth. oh my gaaaawsh, the teeth. i assume (seriously hope), we all had beaver-like teeth at some point or another. (thank you for orthodontists and braces.) the arm - this was my second broken arm. by age 8, i had managed to break my left arm twice. by age 14, i had managed to break my left arm not twice, but six times. and i'm not talking little hairline fractions, i'm talking compound, clean breaks, some required screws. for some reason upper body strength was never my strong suit, it seems. wearing pink and being a little badass center-midfielder, on the other hand, was.
i hesitated even putting this picture up because it's hideous. so feel free to point and laugh. this was me around age 9. age 9-12 = my super tomboy days. hence the disgusting kate gosslin haircut. i'm pretty sure kate got a tip out of my book and this was the haircut that inspired her own notorious wedge 'do. same soccer team, but now instead of pink and blue, we graduated to red and blue. less girlie, you know. age 8, pink was cool, but now that i was 9, i would not be caught dead wearing pink. i just now noticed the rolled up sleeves. for some reason, i couldn't stand sleeves. i still can't. i always have to tuck my jersey and shorts up. i swear i envy volleyball players in the spanky shorts and sleeveless tops. if it were soccer protocol to wear stuff like that, i totally would.