Joey cheek

We train our whole lives for this. It gets tense around here.

I skate in circles. I have to keep that in perspective. I love what I do. I love to race and to travel and to compete, but let's face it, I wear tights and I make left turns.

As we grow up we're no longer interested in dolls, we're suddenly interested in boys. Oh how we love those little boys. We doodle their little names in our school books. We play MASH and imagine what it would be like to live with "Joey, the doctor, in the mansion, with 4 children, and a 2 seater BMW". Sadly, as time goes on you realize that Joey MD is really Joey unemployed, still living in mommy's basement.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.

The baby climbs on my shoulder and pecks my cheek. I love that. I named her Colleen, because I always wanted a girl with that name.