Giving in to Peer Pressure

So, for the last couple of years, I have had people politely nudging me to do a blog. It does make sense - I enjoy writing, and I have a husband who is a computer genius. But with a husband, three kids, two pain-in-the-butt diseases, and 11 piano students, I haven't had the time to just sit down and create one. Well, today I don't know why, but I decided to go Nike and just do it. So here it is. Aren't you so pleased?

My husband and I aren't big on putting our family's names out there in the big bad web, so from this point on, my husband will be known as Sparky a la the Chevy Chase Vacation movies, and the boys will be, from oldest to youngest, Thing 1, Thing 2, and Thing 3. (The idea for this came from Sara's post with her two youngest kids in cute Thing1 and Thing 2 shirts. Thanks, Sara!) If my family doesn't like them, too bad. They can get their own blogs.

I know I'm going to get questions about this - why "Training Fireballs?" Fireball was my nick name in high school. It came from a friend of mine who was at one of my volleyball games my sophomore year, who was unfortunately completely stoned at the time. I had rattled off a bunch of serves in a row, and he yelled out during the match, "Wow! Those things are like fireballs!" After that, people started calling me Fireball (with red hair, the nick name came easily), and the name kind of stuck. I became Fireball Trainer when I graduated from college with a degree in Athletic Training and passed the NATA certification exam, and now that we have our three boys, I figure I am training my own little fireballs. And they truly can be fireballs, as you will see in future posts.

I think one of the reasons why it took me a while to start blogging is that I wasn't sure what I wanted to blog about. I wanted to do a blog about my family, one about Addison's disease and Celiac disease, one about my running and fitness goals, one about the mountains of books that I read, and maybe one about being an LDS gen X mom. I just don't have time to do them all. They are all going to be smooshed into this blog, so I apologize in advance for the seeming randomness of my posts (and I apologize for, you know, you having to read my blog. Seriously. You must either be family or a really great friend).