Katy went to Amy's b'day party yesterday. It was held at Skate City, the rollerskating rink up the road from us.
Katy hasn't been skating in years and years, I think she was 6 the last time she skated and she's almost 14 now. I was afraid she was going to kill herself out on the floor. For some reason I forget to take into account that my girls have some common sense and pretty good self-preservation skills.
I helped Katy get her skates, normally something she could do on her own but for some reason the guy at the skate counter insisted on giving her smaller skates than she asked for. Katy requested size 4 and he gave her size 2 instead. She told him he gave her the wrong size and he told her to try them on anyway. So she did try but of course they were too tight but she didn't want to go back up and ask for bigger skates because the guy intimidated her.
I went up with the skates and told him that Katy requested a size 4. He said that she looked so small he felt the 4's would be too big for her. We actually argued over what size skates she should be wearing. Finally, I asked if he would give me a size 3 and if those were too tight could we have a size 4. He agreed that this sounded reasonable. Shaking my head in bemusement I brought the size 3's to Katy and she tried them on and the damn things fit. I was tempted to ask Katy if she would mind wearing 4's anyway just so I could feel like I had one the dumbest argument in the universe but decided that in the long run it really wasn't worth it.
Katy had a great time, clung to the wall most of the time, fell down a lot but always got right back up again. I stayed and talked to Rose, Amy's mom. Rose is such a sweet and kind woman. I enjoy spending time with her.
After cake, ice cream and presents, Katy and I decided to play some air hockey and arcade games.
Katy and I were a good match for each other in air hockey. The volleys were fast and furious and it was many minutes before the first goal was scored. I was so happy with myself that I did a little jump for joy. There is a little metal lip on the air hockey table where the puck comes out. It sticks out from the table maybe a 1/4th of an inch? I slammed into it with my knee so hard that I moved the table. I immediately sat down on the floor clutching my knee and wondering what the hell just happened. I swear it felt like somebody smashed it with a sledge hammer. Katy came running over to see why her mother was now sitting on the floor making strange, guttural, tribal noises. She convinced me to show her my knee than she went running off immediately for my purse and anti-biotic gel. The girls are so worried that I'll get infection from something that they throw anti-biotic gel at me for the slightest reason.
My knee looked really interesting. It had swollen and developed an interesting new knob right on the front of it with a small split in the skin running across the top of that.
And the pain??? Oy! The pain! But most of all I felt total embarrassment. How the heck did I manage to do something so incredibly stupid?
After awhile the pain let up enough to let us finish the game, play some arcade games where you get tickets that you can cash in for little plastic toys which is why I now have 12 multi-colored monkeys on my desk, and visited with Rose for a little more who was convinced there was no way I was going to make it home. But I did. I'm super stubborn. I really wish I wasn't because by the time I did finally make it home all I wanted was for my knee to go far, far, away from me.
This morning my knee is much better and I have resolved to avoid all air hockey tables for the immediate future.
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Katy went to Amy's b'day party yesterday. It was held at Skate City, the rollerskating rink up the road from us.
Read more...Katy hasn't been skating in years and years, I think she was 6 the last time she skated and she's almost 14 now. I was afraid she was going to kill herself out on the floor. For some reason I forget to take into account that my girls have some common sense and pretty good self-preservation skills.
I helped Katy get her skates, normally something she could do on her own but for some reason the guy at the skate counter insisted on giving her smaller skates than she asked for. Katy requested size 4 and he gave her size 2 instead. She told him he gave her the wrong size and he told her to try them on anyway. So she did try but of course they were too tight but she didn't want to go back up and ask for bigger skates because the guy intimidated her.
I went up with the skates and told him that Katy requested a size 4. He said that she looked so small he felt the 4's would be too big for her. We actually argued over what size skates she should be wearing. Finally, I asked if he would give me a size 3 and if those were too tight could we have a size 4. He agreed that this sounded reasonable. Shaking my head in bemusement I brought the size 3's to Katy and she tried them on and the damn things fit. I was tempted to ask Katy if she would mind wearing 4's anyway just so I could feel like I had one the dumbest argument in the universe but decided that in the long run it really wasn't worth it.
Katy had a great time, clung to the wall most of the time, fell down a lot but always got right back up again. I stayed and talked to Rose, Amy's mom. Rose is such a sweet and kind woman. I enjoy spending time with her.
After cake, ice cream and presents, Katy and I decided to play some air hockey and arcade games.
Katy and I were a good match for each other in air hockey. The volleys were fast and furious and it was many minutes before the first goal was scored. I was so happy with myself that I did a little jump for joy. There is a little metal lip on the air hockey table where the puck comes out. It sticks out from the table maybe a 1/4th of an inch? I slammed into it with my knee so hard that I moved the table. I immediately sat down on the floor clutching my knee and wondering what the hell just happened. I swear it felt like somebody smashed it with a sledge hammer. Katy came running over to see why her mother was now sitting on the floor making strange, guttural, tribal noises. She convinced me to show her my knee than she went running off immediately for my purse and anti-biotic gel. The girls are so worried that I'll get infection from something that they throw anti-biotic gel at me for the slightest reason.
My knee looked really interesting. It had swollen and developed an interesting new knob right on the front of it with a small split in the skin running across the top of that.
And the pain??? Oy! The pain! But most of all I felt total embarrassment. How the heck did I manage to do something so incredibly stupid?
After awhile the pain let up enough to let us finish the game, play some arcade games where you get tickets that you can cash in for little plastic toys which is why I now have 12 multi-colored monkeys on my desk, and visited with Rose for a little more who was convinced there was no way I was going to make it home. But I did. I'm super stubborn. I really wish I wasn't because by the time I did finally make it home all I wanted was for my knee to go far, far, away from me.
This morning my knee is much better and I have resolved to avoid all air hockey tables for the immediate future.