Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Gentlemen, Not Hooligans

Mom, where did you put my thumbs?
I decided yesterday afternoon that I wanted to surprise Chris with a pristine and shoveled driveway when he arrived home from work. So I bundled my little sidekick up, somehow got his boots on his kicking feet, threw my own coat on and marched out with my weapon of a shovel to fight the snow. I placed Ryan up at the top of the driveway where he played in the snow while I kicked the shovel under the snow, lifted, threw, repeat, repeat, repeat. 

After a little bit, I heard a giggle whenever I threw the snow to the side. Ryan was pleasantly amused, which is funny because lately he gets upset whenever he sees me lift something heavy. Gentleman in the making? Ryan was now following me down the driveway so my process was now kick, check if baby was still there, lift, check baby, throw, check baby, repeat. Imagine that and then imagine my spider arms...the picture of quick shoveling, no?

Well as I got to the end of the driveway, I heard someone call my name. I looked up and, lo and behold, out came the senior rugby guys who live across the street with shovel in hand. They had seen me, my little giggling shadow and my pace and promptly came to the rescue. As they described it, they had just started a show when I walked outside, the show ended and I had only just gotten to the end of the driveway on my first pass. I guess my spider arms weren't very efficient.
Marriage material

I just wanted to proclaim it to the blogosphere that I am so impressed with our neighbors! I have always been close with the rugby program since Chris played and then now David, my brother-in-law, plays on the team, and all the players in the five years that I have known the team have been so kind to me.  They say that rugby is a hooligan's game played by gentlemen. As you can see from these strapping young men who cleared our driveway in fifteen minutes tops, it really is played by gentlemen around here. Ladies, marry rugby players! Take it from me, a rugger hugger turned rugger wife, they are keepers. 

Boys, you can show this to your parents to give them evidence that they did a great job. 

*Shout out to my brother-in-law who came out to help when he saw the fun being had and shoveled the sidewalks and neighbor's driveway! Gentleman. 
**Another shout out to my brother-in-law's best friend, Dylan, who shoveled our driveway over the weekend without being asked because he is just that proactive and just that nice of a guy. I'm surrounded by gentlemen.

3 comments :

  1. This former SMC Chick over on Hawthorne by the zoo is prego and has TWO toddler shoveling shadows. I pay in cookies and Five Guys. Send 'em my way, Katrina!

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    1. My currency was beer. Well, I know they were lacking in the food department so I think you have them at cookies and Five Guys!

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  2. Katrina, we have even more in common than I thought. My husband also played rugby at ND (along with two of his brothers). He tried out as a walk-on for the football team his freshman year and didn't make it. Then he discovered rugby and was hooked!

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