The Only Reunion I Will Go To!

I get asked all the time "So, are you going to your high school reunion?"

To which my reply is always "No way! Plus, I am never invited!"

Eases the burden on me to not have to worry about how I look or lose weight so I can look 17 again, or run into certain people that I swore I would never EVER see again! Those that I love, I have kept in contact with or they have found me. The rest, well! I hope life is treating you well.

I was invited to a reunion about 3 weeks ago, and thought: Do my reunion rules apply here?

From the ages 10-20, I spent a decade of my life twirling a baton. And I am not talking about the sissy Drum Majorrette with boots and a hat. I am talking hard core, intensely competitive baton twirling. To which some of you sports players are probably thinking "any activity that requires sequins and does not have a number or your name on the back of you, is not a sport!"

REALLY?? For a decade of my life I had perma bruises on my arms, a broken toe, a black ear, a metal bar hitting me in the head on a regular basis, black eyes, fat lips and I would have to smile the entire time. Yes! Part of our scoring system was based on showmanship!

You try playing basketball smiling all the time! Bet you can't! Sissy!

As I was reopening this chapter of my life that was ssssooooo long ago, I couldn't help but think that it was because of me that this group had formed.

You see, I made the decision that I wanted to work with a new coach that had just moved to the state of Utah. I wanted her to coach me for my personal routines and then stay on the team with the girls that I had grown to love. This didn't go over well with my old coach.

She banished me from the team! I will never forget as a young 14 year old girl, standing alone in the front of a classroom pleading with my team members and their moms to allow me to stay on the team. Instead, I was verbally torn apart for not being loyal. I have never regretted for standing up for what I believed in!

I walked out of that team alone. The next day, I found out 3 of my team members followed because of the injustice of what was happening. We then formed our own team.

This is the team that is reuniting this weekend.

So, as I was digging through my hope chest to find baton pictures to post for this blog, I found the Salt Lake City Magazine that did a story about me. I don't show this to too many people, but for the reunion I will!

Here is the cover of the Salt Lake City Magazine. They put Roseanne on the cover. Lame!

This is the front page of the article about me and my coach. No that is not me, that is my coach in the picture. However, if you look at the first two words of the article, they are my name! Cool, huh?

BTW- Kristen, that baton smile I was telling you about in the car the other day, well there it is!

My picture is the bottom one. Curly hair, tiarra's and sequined costumes were a staple in my baton world.
We had a ball the last 5-6 years that I twirled. I will never forget many of the trips we had together and the many laughs, giggles, fights and bonding with these girls that I had. Yes, I am going this weekend! I have to thank them for joining the black list with me! And celebrate that we kicked some rear in the aftermath! HA!