Hit by a car

I really didn't get hit by a car, but I could have and not felt any different than I do today. Apparently when you don't excersize for 6 months and then play a double header softball game, and play your heart out, you hurt very badly--About as bad as if you got hit by a slow driving car. The good news is that we won both games by about 15 points each. The bad news is I jammed two fingers on my left hand trying to catch a fowl ball. And for the record typing with one hand SUCKS!

I'm playing church league softball and I will have to brag on my team and say that we're pretty good. We can all play almost any position, we have a great bull pen :) and some pretty good hitters/fielders. I played left and third and our coach Sam, (one of the player's boyfriend) put me at catcher, something Id never experienced before. I didn't like it one bit. Something about squatting behind a person swinging a metal bat with out any catchers gear on, is terrifying. I politely asked not to ever have to play there again or I would kill Sam.

Sean came and supported our team, which was nice because after going to 1 million rodeos, it's nice to make him come sit through a softball game :) And I also enjoyed the support, and he helped me bat better. My batting wasn't the best last night, maybe it was because the bat was too heavy and too long, or maybe because I'm too weak and too short? Anyway... We had a blast and I really enjoyed myself until this morning when I over slept and had a weird dream about going shopping and my buggy wheel kept squeaking and I couldn't make it stop. When I woke up I realized it was my alarm going off, not a squeaking buggy wheel. Oh well..