Humility blows!

hu·mil·i·ty–noun
The quality or condition of being humble; modest opinion or estimate of one's own importance, rank, etc.

Okay, this is going to be a very hard posting. For those of you who know me, you should probably mark this, remember it and never speak of it again. Here it goes!

I'm not as perfect as I think I am. {{GASP}}

The first day on the job was the typical day. Videos, computer training and reading manuals. The videos I can handle. The reading of manuals is easy. The computer training? Ugh! I'm going to need a bigger brain.

So, four hours of solitary training then two hours of standing over someones shoulder. Those two hours were as eye-opening as a finding out the difference from 6 inches and 9 inches. Wow!

I will say this though. People never change. There are still those freaks that walk up and make you go, "I hate people." Yay customer service!

After work, I had to rush home, change outta my HOT khakis and red and go watch a bunch of cops play indoor soccer. I've seen my husband play soccer before so no big deal. Out of the twelve players, my husband is one of the oldest. The other guys on the team are all rookies. Young and stupid. But very, very, very, VERY cute.

With age, comes humility as well. Just like me, relearning a job I've done for 18 years, my husband has finally realized that he's not as young as he looks. He played like a 17 year old, don't get me wrong. I was yelling and screaming at those grown men like I do at my girl's games. My husband's humility came at the end of the game. I've never been more prouder of him. Serious! This was a pivotal moment in his life.

It was COPS 9 and HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE PLAYING COPS 6. One minute left in the game. My husband was out. He was leaning against the wall watching the game with three other players. I looked down at my phone for a second and all hell broke loose. HAD NO IDEA THEY WERE PLAYING COPS pushed one of the COPS as he was setting up the ball. Mayhem! Punches, pushing, kicking, body slams, you name it, it was happening. Everybody was yelling from the bleachers. All the players whether they were on the "field" or in the box, rushed over and joined in on the brawl. I of course looked at my daughter and asked, "What happened?" I miss everything but I didn't feel too bad because she didn't know either.

My pivotal moment?

Where was my husband?

He was still standing against the wall! This man was always up for a good fight when we were young. He'd fight you if you looked at him wrong. There he was though, standing against the wall, shaking his head. I smiled at him when he looked up at me and rolled his eyes. When we got in the car, this was why humility blows.

Me: I was never prouder in there of you. What happened?

Him: Babe, every freaking game, they do that.

Me: Every game? What's that about?

Him: They're just stupid. Plus, we always seem to play a team that is just as stupid so it's perfect for em.

Me: Well, I was proud of ya. You didn't even flex a muscle or move an inch toward the fight.

Him: Shit babe! I'm fvcking tired! Let the youngsters make asses of themselves. I'm retired from that. They've still got young AND stupid on their side.

Me: Where as you got rid of young and kept stupid?

Him: After I take a nap, I'll have a better comeback to that.

Humility. It blows.



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