Hockey

Hockey has begun. Yes indeey--we have been going non-stop. I knew since the day I found out that I was having a boy (eight years ago) that he would be a hockey player.

The other day when Keyton had hockey practice, I had to go into the boy's locker room to help him get his skates on--I almost gagged myself into a coma-- as the locker room smelled SO bad. I don't know too much about the sport of hockey to be honest. This is Keyton's third year, and I still feel clueless, even though I am the one who consistently takes Keyton to all of his hockey practices since his dad travels for work. Hopefully, as the years go by, I will understand the game and all of the work that goes along with being a "hockey mom". I am not like Sarah Palin---that woman thinks hockey mom's are like pit bulls---I don't feel very pit bully yet.

I have a hard time with people who use racist comments. I know that sounds stupid, as people SHOULD be uncomfortable with racist remarks. I especially have a hard time when people assume that the way they feel about a particular group of people, is the way I feel as well. I am not okay with people calling other people names, period. I don't think it is fair and I don't understand why people feel that they are better than another because of their race or any other factor in their lives. I like diversity. I am more comfortable around it than not. To hear people comment on the color of an other's skin or comment on any other factor that makes someone else different (then they are) in a way that is negative, makes me sad, mad, annoyed, and agitated. I am determined to teach my children not to pass judgement on another person, simply because that person is different than they are.