Friday, October 16, 2009

Athletes

Yes, they are athletes. They train. They compete. They can't wait until it's over. They hate it. It has always been my dream to either compete in the Olympics myself or have one of my children compete. Another dream dies. I guess it's up to me.

The boys had to wear speedos. It was almost a deal-breaker. Max was worried about people seeing his "package."

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10 comments:

Hapi said...

hello... hapi blogging... have a nice day! just visiting here....

Aimee Erickson said...

Hi. I miss you. In response to your post regarding your childrens' athleticism, I suggest sport-themed tattoos for the whole family, and perhaps the Olympic logo as well, and perhaps the year that you expect them to compete. Aim high.

rozalyn said...

Hey you Fyes! SO glad I found you! How are you liking Ol' Miss? I can't believe how grown up your kiddos are, but then it's been about 5 years. You and Bill look better than ever!

Cyndi said...

Besty,

Are you ever going to update your blasted blog?

Aimee Erickson said...

happy birthday my dear friend

Marianne said...

Oh how I miss the Fyes and their hysterical blog postings!

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Wulff said...

His package. Now that's funny :)

Aimee Erickson said...

This blog is starting to look like a roadside shrine where people leave notes for those who have gone on. I'd like to place a Krispy Kreme donut, a little bag of grass seed, a Happy Nude Year note, and some flowers from my snowball bush that has finally gotten as big as yours.