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Close talkers

I once had this soccer coach who was a ridiculous close talker. He would honestly get an inch away from your face. Because I was 13 at the time and he was around 19, I was NOT very comfortable with this and did not know how to react to it. I mean really, who is all that comfortable with close talkers?

Anyway, there was this one game in particular where the close talking got out of hand. I think I was having an off game and he was giving me a pep talk on the bench. With every sentence he’d get closer and closer and I’d slide back along the bench. He’d get close, I’d move back, he’d get close, I’d move back… etc. etc. etc.

Then all of a sudden I fell backwards off the bench. I fell off the bench because I ran out of bench to slide on.

The dude ‘close talked’ me off the bench. What’s that all about?

Honestly, if you are talking to someone and they continuously back away, you would think that eventually you’d stop moving in…no?

Anyway, because I was too young to find it funny I was really embarrassed. Now I think it’s awesome.


A box of chicken?

I came into work early today to get ahead for the day and although I have gotten some things done, procrastination has now gotten the best of me as I have come up with my topic for today. A box of chicken.

I play in a soccer league on Thursday nights with two colleagues and a friend from university. Dylan (colleague) and I have been carpooling since I started on the team in September – please note that carpooling involves Dylan picking me up, and me smiling and saying thank you.

In my first season, every Thursday on our way to soccer we would pass a KFC. We would then have the same conversation every week:

Me: Isn’t cold KFC so good?

Dyl: I know, it’s amazing.

Me: Not much is better than cold greasy KFC.

Dyl: Let’s get a bucket and eat it at work tomorrow for lunch.

Me: Best idea ever!!!

I’m sure you’re thinking “wow, you guys eat a lot of KFC”. This is not the case. We never went through with it, it was all talk.

That is…until last night. After we dropped off Andrew (former colleague) we did a complete turn around and headed to KFC. The anticipation was incredible.

Dylan dropped me off out front and waited in the car. As I stood in line I looked at my options (did you know that a 10pc bucket is $20? – crazy, I know).  Obviously I went with the 10pc. As the excitement built while I waited for my chicken, I watched them package up this strange box. The girl called me over and handed me my bag and I walked out the door.

A box? What’s that all about? Part of the excitement is eating the chicken out of the bucket. A box is not appetizing. A box does not represent KFC. This is outrageous. So now, I’m at work, and there’s this box of chicken that fits perfectly in the fridge waiting for Dyl and I to feast on it once the clock strikes noon.

Who knows, there may be a lucky co-worker who will get to partake in our picnic…maybe.

The day my legs gave way

Before the fall...

My first summer at my job, my boss thought it would a great idea to have a soccer game with the office that’s beside ours.  As a kid I played soccer, I even played on the high school team, so I too thought playing soccer was a great idea. While reading this, please remember: when I went to university, for the most part, all of my athletics went out the window because I had socializing to do. So when the game started, I had not run in about 7 or so years (I should be ashamed. I’m not, but I should be).

While playing, it all came back to me. Running into the open spots so that I’d be in a perfect position for a pass. I was able to steal the ball from some of the boys. Over all, I was feeling pretty good. Then it happened. I was wide open, and someone passed me the ball. I got the ball, began to dribble, no one was on me and I was on a breakaway. So I ran and I ran. Then all of a sudden, I lost all feeling in my legs. My upper body, not responding to my lower body, continued to move in a running motion as I slowly tumbled to the ground. All I could think was “is this actually happening to me”. The game nearly came to a stop. I began laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. Dawn came over tried to help me up and then toppled over laughing because my fall was so out of hand. It was a fall that was so ridiculous that years later I still get ripped on.

Seriously though, I was a fairly healthy girl. I looked healthy. My legs should not have lost all feeling mid sprint. What’s that all about? Oh yeah, I sat on my a*% for 7 years.