My daughter had a cheerleader competition where she actually won a medal, and then proceeded to wear it for the rest of the weekend. I can't really blame her, it was pretty cool. I was never a cheerleader. Never. I wanted to be, but the truth is that I'm uncoordinated and shy - not the best qualities for a cheerleader to possess. I even tried out and really humiliated myself. I wish I hadn't, and then I could have said "Oh, if only I had tried out, maybe I could have been a cheerleader!" Instead, I know full well what a disaster I really was! Ugh!
My daughter, on the other hand, is a social butterfly. She's perfect for it, and she LOVES it. Right up until the boys go on and on about cheer not being a real sport. You would think they'd be smarter, considering she's also a soccer goalie (and a good one), and can probably kick their butts, but so far the boy's intelligence level for high school has rung in at about five years old. In all the years of my children playing sports, we've never had as many injuries as what's come out of cheerleading, too. So, I think it is a sport, but one that maybe needs to be evaluated more closely. Kids are getting hurt, a lot. More than if my daughter were playing football. Sorry, mom tangent.
Before I really came down with whatever it is that I have, I did manage to finish another little Valentine mini:
|"All Mine" 3x3 inch mini painting|
And I sketched out my "Mad Queen" for this month's auction on the Rabbit Hole Artist Collective:
|I'm going to add mushrooms on the sides, to balance it all out.|