The 10 Commandments Of Being A [Good] Hockey Sister



AIN'T THAT THE TRUTH.

I haven't always loved hockey; I used to think it was "okay", but my preference between hockey and, say, basketball, back in the good ole days usually changed depending on who I had a crush on that week. Now, however, I am an avid hockey lover, and the only team I love watching more than the Minnesota Gophers is my brother's. Like most people, I love hockey because it's exciting and fast-paced, and, rather than basketball or football, it's harder to put points on the board because whether you shoot from the blue line or just outside of the crease, one goal = one point; there are no free throws or 3-point conversions.

I have been a hockey sister for 11 years now (okay, not THAT long, but about 6) and I have learned the ins and outs of being a good one. I present to you my list of The 10 Commandments Of Being A [Good] Hockey Sister:

1) Thou shall train her body to adapt to the "road diet", which usually consists of chicken mcnuggets and pizza.

2) Thou shall fall asleep before the hibernating papa bear she has to share a hotel room with, and if she has to sleep in the same bed as a snuggly little hockey-playing wood tick, well...God help her.

3) Thou shall control her lip and remain classy, always; no cursing, cussing, or yelping at the refs (I maybe need some help in this department).

4) Thou shall always pack her chopper mitts and cute knit headband.





ALWAYS.

5) Thou shall scope out the opposing teams' good-looking coaching staff. (Haha, it just seemed appropriate+honest to include this one.)

6) Thou shall not hug her brother too tightly in front of his teammates, because that's not "cool."

7) Thou shall continue to love her brother, even if he goes into the penalty box (aka "The Box of Shame", aka "The Naughty Box", and aka "The Sin Bin").





OH WELL, AT LEAST HE WAS SKATING HARD.

8) Thou shall not assume her brother did no wrong when he does go into the penalty box; it's hockey for crying out loud.

9) Thou shall not wear high heels, flip flops, or any other impractical footwear to a game. Fake uggs & moccs only.

10) Thou shall always cheer loud and be proud.

DISTRICT RECAP: I got to see former classmates Lindsey and Krista on Saturday and Sunday (their brothers play hockey, too!) The weekend consisted of homemade paper hockey sticks for the hotel room doors, head shaving, inspiring peptalks, a Beavers vs. Bulldogs game, and defeating Warroad, East Grand Forks, and Bemidji Blue to bring home the hardware and advance to the region tournament in Silver Bay March 1st - 3rd!

Gahh! Not even that excited!

Love,

Kalli

Good morning, Americans! It's FRIDAY!

I was a little worried about where I was going to get inspiration for a post this week -- last week had been almost too easy to blog about! My writer's block was easily cured on Sunday night though, and I laid awake thinking about this post for a long, long time.

And on the eighth day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker."

So God made a farmer.

No, I didn't watch the Super Bowl. I'm not real crazy about "professional" sports. (Side note: isn't that picture of my dad funny?! Haha.)

God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the field, milk cows again, eat supper, then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board."


So God made a farmer.



In fact, I heard the words, "So God made a farmer" from the TV as I was walking by after washing my face before bed. "Hey rewind that, I wanna listen to it," I said to my dad.

God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt and watch it die, then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year,' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with hunk of car tire, who can make a harness out hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. Who, during planting time and harvest season will finish his 40-hour week by Tuesday noon and then, paining from tractor back, put in another 72 hours." 

So God made a farmer.


I sat there and watched it with him, while tears brimmed in my eyes. I couldn't believe I'd never heard it before -- I was an avid Paul Harvey-listener in high school, after all (ironically, thanks to my dad; "Good morning, Americans! It's FRIDAY!")



God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to yean lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-comb pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the leg of a meadowlark."



So God made a farmer.



Really though, can you think of a job more labor-intensive, risky, and thankless than that of a farmer? They work long, irregular hours, operate, maintain, and repair some of the most dangerous equipment known to man, and they FEED us, all without knowing if they're going to come out ahead or not.

It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed, and brake, and disk, and plow, and plant, and tie the fleece and strain the milk, . Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft, strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh, and then sigh and then reply with smiling eyes when his son says that he wants to spend his life doing what Dad does.

So God made a farmer.

Thank you so much for that 8th day, God.

Love,

Kalli

P.S. Want to watch the commercial again? Find it here.

this week through instagram.

How can January POSSIBLY already be over?! This week was an absolute zoo. I decided instagram-ing it would probably be the best way to show you EVERYTHING I did! Hope you enjoy.

SUNDAY

Gusy's hockey game | Hallock

MONDAY

Nannie's basketball game | Argyle

TUESDAY

Jadyn+Bryden's basketball games | Hallock

WEDNESDAY

AWESOME bible study with AWESOME ladies | Grace Lutheran Church

THURSDAY

Nannie's basketball game | Lancaster

FRIDAY

Jadyn+Bryden's basketball games | Stephen

Followed by Gusy's hockey game | Hallock

SATURDAY

Gusy's hockey game | Thief River Falls

THIS WEEK'S FAVORITES:

Mounds and Almond Joy: It is easy to convince myself that these are good for me; dark chocolate = helps control your blood sugar; almonds = packed with fiber. Plus, I'm pretty sure coconut is a fruit.

IconPopQuiz: I'm stupid-addicted to this game right now; it shows you a picture that depicts either a famous person, TV/movie, or character, and you have to guess who/what it is. And, yes, maybe I do google some of the sentence clues I had to pay 200 tokens to get. Don't judge me.

Erase Me - Kid Cudi feat. Kanye West: This song has been practically on repeat every day I worked out this week. Love. it. Thanks a lot for introducing it to me, Nannie!

PUMPIN' BLUES: Well, there have been a few times in the last two weeks where I have wanted to throw my pump out the window. Low blood sugars, high blood sugars (super high -- like almost 400. AKA the return of the chapped lips), an old, discarded pod buzzing for a day and a half straight (as if to say, "Hey, I'm not done yet! Reattach me to your body!"), frustrations with uploading blood sugars to Altru for doctor evaluation, my freshly installed pod blaring a siren, which forced my dad to drive to town and bring me a new one at work...there have been some angry tears shed, that's for sure. I am starting to think I have way more diabetic stress now than I did before. I remember about a year or so after I'd been diagnosed the doctor said to me, "You know, by the time you're done with college, there'll be a cure for this!" Hmm...maybe that's Life telling me I better go back to school? Hardy har har...

THANK YOU: To everyone who has approached me and told me how much they enjoy reading my blog, thanks! That is so nice to hear. I was telling my mom that one of her friends told me how excited she gets whenever she sees a new post, and my mom said, "Oh, I haven't even had a chance to read it yet! What do you write about?" I told her it's basically just about how much I hate living with my parents. Haha, just joking mommy! I also LOVE to read feedback, so don't be shy to leave comments. Unless you think something sucks. Then you just hush up.

Love,

Kalli