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The Road to Kelley

September 2, 2014

Stuff I love to do: Talk, laugh, and play softball. I’m still able to accomplish two out of three without needing built-in recuperation days.

Over four months ago, I agreed to play on a slow pitch softball team with radio personalities “JT” from the Pat&JT Show and Damon Benning from Sharp and Benning in the Morning. I thought I’d be doing them a favor considering I used to be pretty good back in the day.

We branded our journey as the “Road to Kelley” because Kelley Softball Complex is pretty much the mecca of slow pitch around these parts…sort of like the “Road to Omaha” is the dream of every NCAA baseball player looking to advance to the College World Series.

If I had to sum up my contribution to the season in a series of tags, I would use these words: Overconfidence, Glory Days, Wild Arm Woodard, Kadoosh, Broken Ring, Cut Leg, Swollen Finger, Bruised Heel, Bruised Pride, Sub Needed, and Indefinite DL.

Lucky for us, Kady and Rachel – the brilliant duo representing Warrior Television at Westside High School – captured our journey from beginning to end.

Enjoy!

http://youtu.be/vhl2U_bHX_o

 

Written by Heidi Woodard

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Hide Your Face(book): Installment 2

September 1, 2014

Hide Pug

It’s time once again to broadcast the crazier status posts that have appeared on my wall from the collective dynamic known as my Facebook friends and family.

Let’s get at it.

 

The mom who shared how cute (and brutally honest) kids can be.

MaryKaren

I fist bumped my screen when I read this update and was all “Solidarity, sister. I hear ya.”

 

The guy who got a wee bit excited about being around little people.

Jed

I feel like the wrestlers probably updated their own Facebook walls pointing out how unbelievably stoked this guy was about them.

 

The guy who decided to participate in a fun game to raise awareness about breast cancer.

Charlie

Only problem is this campaign didn’t quite take off as much as the ALS ice bucket challenge, so he had to go back and explain himself in a separate update. Too late, man. Too late.

 

The gal who publicly announced that she not only thinks this experiment is ok…

Sharon

…but also freely admits that her friend/loved one allowed this happen to her (just for fun?)

 

The woman who was on a mission to preach about gender equality.

Jeanne

This is one of those times when I wonder if she’s speaking from experience or if she’s speaking hypothetically?

 

The wife who spoke the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Danielle

She’s a fellow blogger who is not shy so I elected not to protect her identity. Check out more of her deep thoughts at martinisandminivans.

 

Feel free to join in on the fun by emailing me the crazier status posts that you’ve recently seen on your wall. Take a screen shot and send them to me if you’d like them to appear on Maternal Media. You may reach me at hwpugs (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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Banished from my house for Fantasy Football League yet again

August 30, 2014

My husband, Ryan, and his buddies are gathering today for their annual bromance party – more commonly referred to as Fantasy Football League.

The transformation that takes place in both Ryan and our home is astounding.

I’ve never seen Ryan so organized (outside of coaching). Like…he actually plots stuff out on poster board. I recall stumbling upon labeled ping pong balls in years past. He coordinates the shindig to take place prior to the Nebraska Cornhuskers home opener. I picture men at the bromance party having their own tunnel walk music that they play when they approach the sacred poster board to claim their picks.

 

I know this guy has never used poster board for educational purposed outside of the football season.

I know this guy has never used poster board for educational purposed outside of the football season.

 

The poster board containing last year's picks.

The poster board containing last year’s picks.

 

Ryan passing along his "wisdom" to our oldest.

Ryan passing along his “wisdom” to our oldest.

Our house, which normally looks like the inside of a hamster wheel that hasn’t been tended to in over a month, is clutter free. There’s more than one bathroom that is presentable to the outside public. The 22 pairs of shoes normally sprawled in our entry way are put away. Guys…I have a wood floor I forgot about!

It’s like I’m standing on Mars with an over-hyped martian waiting for his countrymen to arrive to plot out world domination.

So many things I don’t understand because I am basically banished from the house every year. He always says, “You don’t HAVE to leave.” But then his eyes dart from me to our two youngest children and back to me. There’s this unspoken understanding that he would occupy them for me if I had an annual bash that I was in charge of throwing.

What I want to know is what exactly happens at these super secret parties while I’m away?

I mean, I know there’s the whole everybody pick your players and then subsequently earn or lose points based on how your players do throughout the season set of rules…but what else goes down?

I imagine a lot of this.

 

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And this.

 

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And probably this.

 

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If anyone who participates in these Fantasy Football Leagues can either confirm or deny my assumptions, I would appreciate it.

Written by Heidi Woodard

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