Wanted to get to this a few days ago but the painful truth kept getting in the way. Besides the upcoming Nationals tournament in Reno (followed by the San Francisco trip). I have finally been able to sign up for a coaching (re)certification – June 4. Now with all the realignment and consolidation finished – it’s now called Level I Certification. When I went through the class back in 94 it was YABA Coach Instructor. Yeah, I’m a little out of date.

I got involved in Youth Coaching so I could spend my time a little more constructively while daughter #1 was bowling. It was also at the same time Megan had first started bowling. Daughter #1 used to tell the story about how she was “born to bowl” – I got pregnant with daughter #1 at the beginning of a fall league. While I was pregnant with her I bowled 6 times a week (a couple of leagues and practice). She was born the last night of the league. I got a special trophy from the league – the “clown” award for bowling the whole season while pregnant. I stepped away from bowling for quite a few years until Daughter #1 started bowling. Daughter #2 tried it, but she wasn’t really interested in it.

When Daughter #1 was bowling I would drive her all over the place for tournaments. If some of the other kids bowling with her needed a ride I would take them too. Some of them even shared our hotel room. I have always enjoyed watching Daughter #1 bowl but knew it was something that would be better enjoyed from a distance. When we went to the tournaments I would always volunteer as a score keeper (but never for daughter #1′s lanes) it kept me near but not in her face. I remember one tournament – where she had one her match by 1 pin. I had already mentally done the math and started screaming “1 pin, 1 pin” – she told me she realized she had won because I was back there screaming.

I remember flying to Florida to the coast for a tournament – I took Daughter #2 with me. I was always going places with Daughter #1 so I thought it would be nice to take Daughter #2 with me to a tournament I was bowling in. When I rented the car, I requested a convertible for the two of us. How could you not have the top down while driving along the Florida coast?

Megan has long outgrown the PeeWee’s but I still coach them. They can wear you out but for the most part they are loads of fun.

There is some pretty good information out there on First Amendment Rights for Bloggers. Everything I have published is public information. The divorce agreement is a notarized legal document that is public record. The comments I have made are my feelings – my side of the story. I know that there are far worse things being said about me than I have ever published here.

Now just because my blog is on the internet doesn’t mean I have millions of visitors and those few people who do read this know of my situation. My husband reads it to keep up with what I’m thinking, my sister and Megan like to read it to see what’s going on in my life. So it’s not like the whole wide world is reading it. When I review the stats there are 3 locations my readers come from – Nashville, Woodbridge and Birmingham. Another item of note – the only last name I have ever used is my own. Heck, I can find more information about someone by doing a Zaba Search. If I want a little more info I can pay to get it. When referring to my ex – it’s either been “My ex” or “Megan’s father”. Employers can find out more about someone than what I have ever posted – background checks reveal much, much more.

I have been reminded that the truth is sometimes painful. Tell me what is not true here and I will publish a public apology and retract the comments.