Tag Archives: Swimming

Dispensing Marbles

13 Feb

Last week, an idea mooted to fill the gum ball machine up with marbles instead of M&M chocolate. Seems like a good idea if I want to be disciplined about dieting. I tried looking for the marbles at home that I know we have stashed away somewhere. Where? I need to recall.

When the girls were young and took weekly swimming lessons, the coach always rewarded them with marbles at the end of each lesson. Back then, these things were precious commodities and all the swimmers, my two girls included were very proud of their collection.

But as time passed and the girls grew up, the precious marbles were forgotten and more so when the swimming lessons stopped. In their place came the gaming and wifi-enabled devices – the Sony PSPs, the smart phones, iPods, iPod Shuffle and iPad Mini. This is a stark indicator of how times have changed, simple toys sidelined for technology-related toys.

Now maybe if I have the marbles in my gum ball machine to give them a new lease in life, I can have some fun during boring days at my desk. Let’s see how this will pan out. But first I have to recall where I last saw them. I am pretty sure they are somewhere in the closet because I kept them away just last year.

Why Call it Breast-Stroke?

4 Jul

Swimming terms can be quite sexist (and intimate) as far as twelve-year-olds are concerned. M2 and her friends are rather squeamish and embarrassed when announcing they are participating in several events for their upcoming Swimming Gala.

“Why is it called breast-stroke? The word ‘breast’ makes it so….. so, jiggly!” stated M2 over dinner and M1 did a funny body jiggle, which I shall not elaborate.

M2 said her good friend declared if they’re going to call it such, why not call it ‘boob-stroke’ instead, for a lesser intimate approach!

The hubby then illustrated that when one walks into KFC, they’d say, “Can I have breast meat, please?” because nobody—NOBODY—says, ‘boob meat’ to emphasize his point on the proper usage of the word in question. Imagination ran rampant at this point as uncontrollable giggles filled the living room. ROTL… let’s see someone try that!

Anyway, I wish these 12-year-olds good luck for this Friday’s swimming competition!