You voted, I listened. A whopping 49 percent of ya wanna see my hideous cheer pics. And I am laughin now too. Ready...OK.
Ah, how I loved saying those words. How I loved pom poms and hair bows and matching socks and tights under my skirt with a paw print on them. Seriously, it is the details that count.
Yes, my entire high school life was define by this sport -- and don't even debate me on whether this is a sport or not cause if it isn't, I am gonna have to bump my therapist visits up to four times a week. And I just don't think he could handle that.
But here are a couple pics of us at our annual cheer camp in which I tried make-up and this began an instant love affair in which I have been tangled in its web ever since. And I still do spirit hands...take state....but don't tell anyone.It is also where I stole Laura's soap container....but we have already been over that. Again, more therapy needed. And I remember this pic...I am the one not quite stable yet and looking down...cause I was totally thinking...Uhm should your hand be there?
And just for the record, I can still do a killer toe touch...don't make me show you.