8.25.2009

Deep Dark Past

I don't talk about this a lot, because it kind of pains me to admit it.

I was a cheerleader in high school.

Most of the time, I manage to push this fact into the distant recesses of my memory. And then, I do something to bring it front and center.

Like today. Little grumpy dictator was having a massive meltdown in the living room. I think he wanted yogurt(YOOOO-GUT)or to nurse (NUSSSSSSS) and I wanted to distract him. I started beckoning him down the hall to his room to look at some books.

And then it happened. I broke out in cheer.

Oh yes.

L-E-T-S-G-O, Let's Go, Let's Go, L-E-T-S-G-O, LET'S GO!

He stopped in his tracks and looked up at me with his little puffy red face. And then he burst out laughing maniacally.

Hmmmm. Now I have to see what other cheers I can remember. Hey, if I have to live with the shame, I may as well use it to my advantage in deterring tantrums.

6 comments:

Diane, Fit to the Finish said...

That's so funny that you've kept it a semi-secret! I have a family member (who will remain unnamed) who was Miss Teen USA for her state.

She would probably deny it if you ever asked her about it. She's still embarrassed!

Mendie said...

We still luv ya...that was a long time ago, we all have something! I'm sure the little one enjoyed your display of cheering!

Anonymous said...

I took Cheerleading camp one summer, and the only thing I remember is The Funky Chicken...

Let me know if you'd like to add it to your list.

april said...

A CHEERLEADER??? Wait-I thought you played basketball, hooker?! You can't mix the two!

Heather D said...

I played basketball until I was 16, then I cheered for basketball. I got sick of riding pine...

Love said...

own it, girl...we break out in cheers often. and our "lift camps" are great exercise & distraction!! ; )