Shannon joined a softball team, and ‘joined’ me too…. and up until this point I’ve been very nervous about this… let me give you some back ground info.

I used to love softball, and played lots as a kid! Wasn’t too bad either! When I was 14yrs old, I was batting, and hit the ball…. and the ball hit me in the face… and well that is when I first knocked out my tooth. Not sure how I managed to pull it off, but I did.

For about 2 years I didn’t play, I started to venture into the baseball world again, and we moved here. I never got into it, and never played it in school, so just kind of left my mind.

So here I am, haven’t played since I was 16, and am on a team. I find ‘my’ (really belonged to my uncle, and is about 30 years old!) glove, and am ready to go. Right? wrong! I really had the need to practice and that is exactly what we did today.

This afternoon, mom, dad, Shannon and I hit the field, had some family time and played catch, hit some balls. It was 100% awesome!! And, I wasn’t all that bad!! Yay!! I could hit them pretty good, and was good at catching too.

Tonight was my 1st practice, and I was so nervous that I’d be terrible and they wouldn’t even want me… and I am happy to report, I did well. I got some fly balls!! Hit some balls far and hard!!! It was all around wonderful.

The downside…. I don’t quite know what I am doing wrong and definitely have to figure it out…. when I am batting the bottom of the bat must be hitting my forearm…. I have bruises all over — see picture. This is since being home (got home at 8 ) I’m wondering what they’ll look like tomorrow. So what I am doing is something I’ll have to change, cause having a bruised forearm all summer isn’t my kind of fun.