The title of this post is a bit misleading. It would be nice if I could blame my latest little wound on someone else, like another player tripping or shoving me down, because then I'd know I was doing a going a job of shutting them down earlier. Unfortunately, my latest injury on the soccer field is completely my fault. With my awesome sense of coordination I managed to trip over myself and slide face first across the carpet-like turf. The leftover blood in the nose however was the product of another player's hand to my face, so I'm still hard, I'm still cool.
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Carrie...you are insane!! You almost need to stay OFF the soccer field if you wanna survive! Although, I do love that nitty gritty tough girl about you! I hope my little girl Reese grows up like you!
Ahh! That's sweet. I'm sure her brothers will keep her tough. Hopefully though it doesn't take her 21 years to realize she is a girl (aka 2 X chromosomes), like it did me. She's seems to have the female stuff down with the dancing, sass, and all.
Hi, Will you post the other girl's picture too?
Carrie,
You really could've played this one up! Something about a last-second goal kick, or maybe running to a conveniently located burning house to save a baby... Plenty of room for creativity.
But you've come through, stronger for the experience. :P
New Mexico is cool. So cool, I decided to move there. Good ol' Cole: perpetual nomad.
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