In the past few weeks, I've learned some new things. So, I thought I'd share my experiences... trying to keep you from making the same mistakes.
First, if you're nearing the end of your 30s, and are not in the best physical condition, I don't recommend trying to teach certain basic gymnastics moves to your children. Here's what happened: I was on the trampoline with my kids and we were doing somersaults (I have no idea if that's spelled correctly... sorry if it's not). I then told my older son to "go back." So, he turned around. I explained that I didn't want him to turn around, but to try doing a backward somersault (again, sorry). Then, I made the big mistake. I decided to demonstrate. Now, if it's been a long time since you've done a backward somersault... let me save you some pain. DON'T DO IT!!! Thank goodness I was on a trampoline that had some 'give' to it. Had I been on a hard surface I'm afraid I'd still be there today. That, or in traction. Anyway, this was a very bad idea. Mid-way through the backward somersault I was pretty sure my neck had broken. I know I heard a pop... followed by the sound of muscles tearing. Ripping. The next thing I heard was the sound of my own voice screaming in agony. My kids just looked at me, then got up and kept jumping while I remained in the fetal position. They thought that was fun... trying to bounce Mom all over the trampoline. Bless their hearts. Two weeks and lots of Tylenol later, I think I'm finally recovering.
Then, I also learned recently that not everyone cares what I think about the weather. Hard to believe, I know. But a few viewers seem more than a little displeased at my weather comments. So, hopefully you've noticed that I'm no longer making those comments. I'm keeping my opinions to myself. But, let me tell you, it's not easy. I really do love cold weather. Southeast Texas cold... not North Dakota cold. I am not a fan of heat and humidity. I have very curly hair (which is why I cut it all off a while back), so now that it's growing out (because a lot of people didn't like it short), I'm once again having to deal with this mess of huge hair. When I look into the cameras each morning and see myself in the monitor, I can't help wanting to apologize for the craziness of it all. However, I won't do it anymore. I will no longer send out my public service announcements to the ladies, letting them know how much or how little time to spend getting ready in the morning. From now on, just look at my hair. If it's crazy curly, don't waste your time... that, or use lots of hairspray.
So, what have we learned? Know your physical limitations and keep your opinions to yourself. Unless you're blogging...