As a wife and mother, I have learned to pick my battles. Over the years I have honed what is worth fighting for and what is not worth the effort. I have even gone so far as to fully embrace the Buckeyedom that envelops my family’s life. Ultimately, I’m more concerned about my family as a unit than what team we cheer for (however, please note, I will be cheering for the Illini in the Big Ten basketball tournament).
Being immersed in the Buckeye culture, I’ve come to look forward to our annual Buckeye Cruise for Cancer (over 2 million raised this cruise for the Urban & Shelley Meyer Fund for Cancer Research). This was our eighth Buckeye cruise and the first time we decided to take the boys. It happily coincided with a National Championship win. We all had a blast.
Our Cruise Day Arrival
Boys meeting Anthony Schlegel, a Buckeyes’ Strength and Conditioning Coach
Family pic with the National Trophy
Full Speed politely dancing with me…I love this kid!
T.Puzzle’s awesome balloon hat from Cozumel, Mexico…love that smile!
At the Cozumel dock
Upon our return, as I’ve already allowed some Buckeye decor into my home, I wasn’t all that excited to add more helmets and footballs signed by who-knows-what. In my opinion, we have plenty. Then, it all came down to a bucket. Why on earth did Mad Dog need to bring home a bucket from the cruise? Keep in mind, it was used poolside to hold beer. Yes, that makes it sound more attractive, right? It’s not. It’s a bucket.
Mad Dog passionately insisted we HAD to bring the bucket with us. So what if it advertises a beer we don’t drink? Who cares that we don’t really need it for really anything at all? The only thing that matters is that it has a Buckeye logo on it. That is it. That is all.
I didn’t fight it. The bucket is home.
Now, if it was a Downton Abbey bucket, then, it would be amazing AND completely necessary!