March is here, and so is the sun.
Pull out your capri's from the bottom of your drawers, or the back of your closet,
and wear them.
Paint your toes a bright pretty color and wear some sandals or flip flops.
60 Degree weather, I cannot complain.
Put away your boots, scarves, and pea coats, and hope that this weather is here to stay.
I am pretty sure this sunshine has gotten to me.
-No more black and white/blue blog-
I decided it was time to brighten things up a little.
So I have spent a fair amount of my sunday hours updating my blog.
Check out all my tabs, and side bars.
Most are new (:
The weather is beautiful, and so are you!
Happy sunday kids(:
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Everyday, I pull on some softball pants.
A Jershey or shirt.
Slide on black or blue socks.
Yank on my Black Nike cleats.
I have never worn the same type of clothing so much in my life.
I practically live in softball attire now.
I have made the Pleasant Grove Highschool Softball team.
As a Freshman.
Multiple times a week.
Vegas in April.
My social life has went down the drain.
But I don't care.
Because I am doing something everyday that I love.
I am out on that feild,
Softball Isn't just a sport.
It can change a person.
You busy yourself, so you don't have time to waste time.
I love the red dirt.
I love the sound cleats make when they hit the pavement.
I love the stupid bumps I get from tucking in my Jershey.
I love the sound the bat makes when it's contacted with a ball.
I love seeing a perfect slide to second base.
I love the anxiety I get when I have 2 strikes.
I love the swing of a bat.
I love the bad hair I have when I take my helmet off.
I love bruises I get from being nailed with the ball.
I love breaking my finger from catching.
I love feeling the lace of the ball on my fingers.
I love everything about the sport.
It is amazing.
Softball doesn't build character,
It reveals it.