LIVE FROM WAKE FOREST - Thursday, November 15th ~ 2007
Although this a huge complex with go-karts, restaurants and shopping, the two ice-rinks are housed in the center with a snack bar area and fifteen tables. This is where parents, skaters, and coaches wait for each event and for results—so it starts to get a little crowded and close between competitions and practices. Luckily, I just bought that new Secret deodorant from Walgreens that used to be available by prescription only—the marvels of science.
We don’t have the famous Juice Bar that they have at Coasts but we do have our own Smoothie bar with special “add-ins.” I ordered a strawberry-banana and requested a “calming” add-in that allowed me to sit and smile and watch what was happening without feeling anything. The owner told me that he couldn’t add vodka to my drink but that he had seen a few other parents with their own flasks walking around taking a hit or two. That is definitely packing right!
My daughter would tell you that I am an emotional person, I cry at most movies, MasterCard commercials, and posters for lost dogs. So I am no good at these events where only four teams go on. After Novice dance there were more tears than smiles since seven teams go back home and start training for next year. Most of us had smudged mascara which is why my daughter allowed me to clean a stain from her dress (don’t use a Shout pad without testing the area) and re-stitch a snap that had fallen off her dress. After an hour of wetting, threading, and clipping, I managed the task without sewing the dress to my sweater.
For the Junior CD, we came armed with cow bells. This is, of course, related to the Saturday Night Live skit and a reminder of Kaitlyn Weaver and her mom who are now ringing bovine bells for Canada (and in Paris as we speak!) Some of the Pacific Coast kids made signs for our Eastern teams for a “Little More Cow Bell” so we are trying to be accommodating. I take this to mean we have to always have a bit of humor to what ever is happening in our lives.
Mr. John Corona brings a GPS system into the rink after each day’s events and then plugs in a restaurant type and he is given several recommended selections. We then form a caravan that bobs and weaves through the streets of Wake Forest to arrive at the dining establishment with a merry request for a table for eighty. I have been blessed to be seated with Joan Branella and her daughter Liza for the past several days and have laughed through shrimp scampi and whatever the house special was the first night. The Farrell/Fishpaws joined our merry band and again proved why ice dance is the premier discipline in the sport—we have the best people who still remember to celebrate the victories, celebrate what it took to have the opportunity to perform but not win that day, and most of all, to take heed of the fabulous journey either way.
We don’t have the famous Juice Bar that they have at Coasts but we do have our own Smoothie bar with special “add-ins.” I ordered a strawberry-banana and requested a “calming” add-in that allowed me to sit and smile and watch what was happening without feeling anything. The owner told me that he couldn’t add vodka to my drink but that he had seen a few other parents with their own flasks walking around taking a hit or two. That is definitely packing right!
My daughter would tell you that I am an emotional person, I cry at most movies, MasterCard commercials, and posters for lost dogs. So I am no good at these events where only four teams go on. After Novice dance there were more tears than smiles since seven teams go back home and start training for next year. Most of us had smudged mascara which is why my daughter allowed me to clean a stain from her dress (don’t use a Shout pad without testing the area) and re-stitch a snap that had fallen off her dress. After an hour of wetting, threading, and clipping, I managed the task without sewing the dress to my sweater.
For the Junior CD, we came armed with cow bells. This is, of course, related to the Saturday Night Live skit and a reminder of Kaitlyn Weaver and her mom who are now ringing bovine bells for Canada (and in Paris as we speak!) Some of the Pacific Coast kids made signs for our Eastern teams for a “Little More Cow Bell” so we are trying to be accommodating. I take this to mean we have to always have a bit of humor to what ever is happening in our lives.
Mr. John Corona brings a GPS system into the rink after each day’s events and then plugs in a restaurant type and he is given several recommended selections. We then form a caravan that bobs and weaves through the streets of Wake Forest to arrive at the dining establishment with a merry request for a table for eighty. I have been blessed to be seated with Joan Branella and her daughter Liza for the past several days and have laughed through shrimp scampi and whatever the house special was the first night. The Farrell/Fishpaws joined our merry band and again proved why ice dance is the premier discipline in the sport—we have the best people who still remember to celebrate the victories, celebrate what it took to have the opportunity to perform but not win that day, and most of all, to take heed of the fabulous journey either way.
Cow bells will be ringing!
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