Just had to share a couple photos from tonight's "Field Day" at my 6yr old's school. They had 6 events to choose from as they wished... monkey bar hanging, standing broad jump, 400 yard run, 3-legged race, tennis ball throw, and 50 yard run. Here's Claire outrunning the competition in the 50 yrd run. :laugh:
Thanks Glen! Just have to make sure she doesn't get a big head over "winning" all the time. There was one boy in 3rd grade group that threw first in the softball throw, and was obviously head and shoulders a better thrower than the rest of his class, and after his first throw, he spent the next 15 minutes on the side yelling, "I win, I win!!", right up until everyone else finished their throws. No parent around to tone him down a bit, and the volunteers didn't see it as their place to say anything to him. Seemed like a perfectly normal kid, that just hadn't been taught the meaning of humility and winning gracefully.
Great Idea David !!! Will this take place on SAT during the car show ?? Lets see.....my predictions for winners are a N.E. Sweep !!! Monkey bars - Carl Rychlik - If you've shaken his hand you know what i mean Standing Broad Jump - Greg Gessler - my Neck hurts everytime I talk with him 400 yard dash - Larry Hymowitz - He runs a few miles every day.....for fun 3 legged race - that a sure win !! Doug Heckler and Rick martinez Tennis ball throw - John Massaud - he's got the biggest arms I can think of ......and the final one 50 yard dash - Ron Moneybags Mooneyes If you've ever seen him Busta' Move when its time to pay the check at breakfast.....NUFF SAID :moonu: :moonu:
Dave, Congrats man! Priceless moments. In a day and age where it's politically incorrect to have winners and losers it's good to see some good, honest, character building competition! :beer :TU:
VERY low-key though... The organizers did a great job of emphasizing the FUN aspect of the events, not winning/losing. For instance, the first girl to have to let go of the monkey bars, was immediately given her ribbon, and a round of applause. By the last event for Claire, the tennis ball throw, I was actually hoping she wouldn't win. Winning is great, but it's not the ONLY thing, until someone is paying you for it.
Winning absolutely is not the only thing. I couldn't agree more. You would never know that, however, unless you've lost.....and to lose, you need a winner. Some of the best lessons one can learn is through the trials and tribulations of winning and losing, although you will always have the few that feel winning is everything. That will never change I guess. If everyone thinks they are winning all of the time, life will hit them like a brick wall someday when the "real" world kicks in. :eek2:
Those were some of the funnest days of my life as an "adult". I never missed one of my daughter's "field days". She's in junior high now so those days are gone, but not forgotten. p.s. Keep an eye on that kid with his arm around her. He's gonna grow into a teenage boy!
Ya, but the scary part is that SHE'S going to grow into a teenage girl!! :eek2: He lives 2 doors away, but we're moving next year... p Yes, his name is mentioned many times in her diary...
Hey Dave, Took me a while to find it, but here's something my buddy sent me a few years ago. My youngest is a nine year old girl, going on nineteen I think. Thought you might get a chuckle. All you young single men reading this might now understand why "her" father has mood swings occasionally!! It's a bit long but here goes. Daddy's Rules Rule One: If you pull into my driveway & honk you'd better be delivering a package because you're sure not picking anything up. Rule Two: You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes and hands off my daughter's body, I will remove them. Rule Three: I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist. Rule Four: I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier method" can kill you. Let me elaborate. When it comes to sex, I am the barrier and I will kill you! Rule Five: It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house. The only word I need from you on the subject is "early". Rule Six: I have no doubt you are a popular fellow with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it's OK with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry. Rule Seven: As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her make-up, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like change the oil in my car? Rule Eight: The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter.Places where there are beds, sofas or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing,holding hands or happiness. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to introduce my daughter to wear shorts, tank-tops, midriff T-shirts or anything other than overalls, a sweater and a goose-down parka, zipped up to her throat! Movies with a strong romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided. Movies which feature chainsaws are OK. Hockey games are OK, old folk's homes are better. Rule Nine: Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a pot-bellied, balding, middle aged dimwitted has-been, but, on issues relating to my daughter I am the all-knowing merciless God of your universe! If I ask you where you are going and with whom you have one chance to tell the truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me, boy. Rule Ten: Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway , you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter safely home and early. Return to your car, there is no need for you to come inside. The comouflaged face at the window is mine.
:laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: :laugh: Steve, all I can say is thanks!! I have to print this stuff and save it for the day that will inevitably come... not sure I can use the Agent Orange bit though... :grin:
How about this attitude? When I was in the Air Force stationed in Denver, I worked at the Special Olympics. I coached a basketball team. We were in the final game and, oddly enough, it ended in a tie. The crowd seemed to be disappointed that it ended in such a way. Until one of the players started jumping around the court yelling, "Everbody won! Everybody won!" Lesson to be learned here. I got together with the other coach and we both agreed. The game was over and the would be no overtime. Food for thought.
