You would not believe the evening I had last night. It left me crying in my car.
I had a list, I was on a mission and was to be home by 7:30pm.
Well......
My list was to run into Wal-Mart pick up the Ball Team Pictures (all 26 of them), get some juice boxes and last minute items for the party on Sunday.
Then go to Sobeys for my fruit and veggies needed for the weekend.
Nope I never made it to Sobeys.
I went into Wal-Mart back to their photo lab to get my team photos only to find one child was cut in half, the on-line upload cut her off - not when I was ordering but during printing. They expalined it is a new glitch to the on-line service....I said "well fix it", I want 26 team photos....oh but we can't recall orders. You'll need to reorder in a 4x6 and we will scan it and print it for you.
Ok great I have my net book with me....I'll go out into the parking lot and upload...um yeah no I won't, no wireless there.....so I call home and explain to "him" what he needs to do, yeah a monkey could have done this quicker...I really should have just talked to Bailey, she would have done it for me.
So I slowly and painfully talk him through it, did I say slow and painful? Thats because I cannot come up with better descriptive words. I was talking through my teeth at him and I was freaking out - to say the least......
I go back into Wal-Mart, it came out and they are working on it - FOR THE NEXT HOUR AND 15 MINUTES they try scannign it and lining it up although they can't get it to scan right..WTF? Oh they told me that when they scan it if it it doesn't fit in the window perfectly they need to start over, yep some program...nice.
I walked around that store talking myself down, my eyes teared up many times in the housewares section. I just wanted to go home finish burning the movies, pack my clothes and snuggle with my girl.
When I finally got the pictures the picture was not true colors like the first one and they were going to send me on my merry way...um oh no your not! I want money back chick.
I say "um what about money refunding?" She says you already paid? Yeah I paid for something that was suppose to look good, this does not and I'm not satisfied with having to spend the last 1.5 hours in here for soemthing I ordered ahead of time, not that I'm blaming you its Wal-Mart and their screw up on the on-line software.....Wal-Mart owes me money back for a crappy job not done right"
She says well, we'd better go up to the front......what do you want to pay for each photo? I say "no more than 50 cents, thats all they are worth".
She says "ok"
Up front we go....I get my money back and I head to the car, its 8:30 by this point and I sit there and cry...my phone rings, its HIM and he says "when you comin' home, tell them to go to hell"....I hang up without saying a word and just cry, I drive away with blurry vision......
What the hell did I do to deserve this? OH right! I forgot its cuz Murphy has nothing on me - again!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
FAKER
Every time I try to be super duper nice I feel like I am being fake.
Do you know those people who are SUPER nice and have the itty bitty girly voice who are always postive and THE nicest person ever? You think (or at least I do - what the hell are they smokin'?).
I just got off the phone with someone whom I have to be VERY "careful" with, this person will freak out and take everything I say or do the wrong way and when I said bye I took a step back and said to myself "you sound like a fake freak".....gawd!
I said it to be cheery but I felt I sounded fake.
Do you also know those people who always see the glass half full, there are no bad people just bad situations and circumstances?
I want to be like that - not totally but I'd like a little of that attitude.
My point is I am cynical, I am a realist and no I don't like people, I think they are dumb, nobody thinks first, they do then think, people are not respectful of other people period!
So when I say I feel fake, I mean I sound fake to myself when I'm trying to be nice, I guess I've been so sarcastic for so long being any other way sounds silly. I honestly feel foolish when I try to be nicey, nice to people.
Do you know those people who are SUPER nice and have the itty bitty girly voice who are always postive and THE nicest person ever? You think (or at least I do - what the hell are they smokin'?).
I just got off the phone with someone whom I have to be VERY "careful" with, this person will freak out and take everything I say or do the wrong way and when I said bye I took a step back and said to myself "you sound like a fake freak".....gawd!
I said it to be cheery but I felt I sounded fake.
Do you also know those people who always see the glass half full, there are no bad people just bad situations and circumstances?
I want to be like that - not totally but I'd like a little of that attitude.
My point is I am cynical, I am a realist and no I don't like people, I think they are dumb, nobody thinks first, they do then think, people are not respectful of other people period!
So when I say I feel fake, I mean I sound fake to myself when I'm trying to be nice, I guess I've been so sarcastic for so long being any other way sounds silly. I honestly feel foolish when I try to be nicey, nice to people.
Friday, August 21, 2009
One More Day...
What would you do with One More Day? If you could share only a few more hours with someone who is gone?
Mitch Albom's novel For One More Day is a tale of Chick Benetto who attempted to kill himself after losing his entire family due to his drinking. He morphed back where his mother met him.
He spent the day with her going from person to person. Asking her questions, receiving unanswered questions.
Who would you spend One More Day with? What would you ask them? What would you tell them?
If I had one more day with only one person it would be my Grammy Parker and I would hug her so tight and just listen to her sing and talk to me......just to have her near me would be so special. I didn't know what I had until she was gone.
Mitch Albom's novel For One More Day is a tale of Chick Benetto who attempted to kill himself after losing his entire family due to his drinking. He morphed back where his mother met him.
He spent the day with her going from person to person. Asking her questions, receiving unanswered questions.
Who would you spend One More Day with? What would you ask them? What would you tell them?
If I had one more day with only one person it would be my Grammy Parker and I would hug her so tight and just listen to her sing and talk to me......just to have her near me would be so special. I didn't know what I had until she was gone.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Like Your Any Better....
Had a ball game last night. We had a great team, the kids were raring to go. We put them out in the field with the coaches at each base helping everyone.
The kids let most of the balls go right past them, they haven't got the concept to step in front of the ball yet....it will come, you can warn them the ball is headed their way but for the most part....they aren't fast enough or have the skills yet.
They are always running after the ball.
So I over hear a comment "All of those coaches in the field and they aren't saying anything". Really they aren't saying anything? We talk til we are blue in the face, do they listen? Hell no. Coaches don't say anything, all I do is talk, all they do is talk, constantly helping the kids, preparing them for the ball. Even when they do stop the ball they stand there with it and don't throw it to first base. Cripes what more can ya do.
Maybe you could practice with your kid when they aren't on the field?
Better yet...why don't you come out onto the field and see what you can do? Heaven forbid the kids figure some shit out on their own......they are young, thats what we are doing, creating an environment for them to learn in, thrive in. They all have their own strengths and abilities.
As coaches I believe we can only do so much before the child has to meet us half way. Another year behind their belt and they'll be that much better. Its called a progression.
So don't go dissin' the only people who are willing to do give it their all for your children.....there would be nothing if there wasn't ball for the last 3 years thanks to us coaches!!!
grrrr! I work dang hard at making this team what it is, I stress over it, we coaches strategize as to who needs what skills, we work on everything, summers are dedicated to those kids so at the end of the year we see they have improved and they have...as coaches so have we.
The kids let most of the balls go right past them, they haven't got the concept to step in front of the ball yet....it will come, you can warn them the ball is headed their way but for the most part....they aren't fast enough or have the skills yet.
They are always running after the ball.
So I over hear a comment "All of those coaches in the field and they aren't saying anything". Really they aren't saying anything? We talk til we are blue in the face, do they listen? Hell no. Coaches don't say anything, all I do is talk, all they do is talk, constantly helping the kids, preparing them for the ball. Even when they do stop the ball they stand there with it and don't throw it to first base. Cripes what more can ya do.
Maybe you could practice with your kid when they aren't on the field?
Better yet...why don't you come out onto the field and see what you can do? Heaven forbid the kids figure some shit out on their own......they are young, thats what we are doing, creating an environment for them to learn in, thrive in. They all have their own strengths and abilities.
As coaches I believe we can only do so much before the child has to meet us half way. Another year behind their belt and they'll be that much better. Its called a progression.
So don't go dissin' the only people who are willing to do give it their all for your children.....there would be nothing if there wasn't ball for the last 3 years thanks to us coaches!!!
grrrr! I work dang hard at making this team what it is, I stress over it, we coaches strategize as to who needs what skills, we work on everything, summers are dedicated to those kids so at the end of the year we see they have improved and they have...as coaches so have we.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Beer Makes U Braver
I firmly believe this now. Its very much true. My leg tells all the story.
I played 3 games of softball on Saturday, consumed adult beverages for the better part of the day. Our last game at 6:30 found me hitting over the boys heads in the outfield (my best hits of the day)...did I ever mention I love watching a girl hit over a guys head in the outfield because he moved in too far? Yep my favourite thing is to watch them run after it....tee hee.
I'm playing 2nd base - my usual spot. 3rd basemen throws the ball and side arms a little too far to the right...I go after it, it drops and I don't have time to get to my base so I hit the dirt and crawl to the bag, in time to get her out on the force base tag. Yeah me! She almost tramped on my head in the process but I got there.
But not without some scars. My left calf tells the tale. I'll take a picture of it. I did some damage there and filled my leg with dirt and blood. Nice!
The boys all laughed and said "you'd better clean that off", well me being me took my Smirnoff Ice and poured it down over, luckily I was intoxicated enough to not feel it.....although the next day was a different story.
Not only could I not walk / move my leg was throbing from my little incident! What was I thinking...I'm not 20 anymore.....god damn that hurt. Still does.
Yep Beer makes U Braver!
I played 3 games of softball on Saturday, consumed adult beverages for the better part of the day. Our last game at 6:30 found me hitting over the boys heads in the outfield (my best hits of the day)...did I ever mention I love watching a girl hit over a guys head in the outfield because he moved in too far? Yep my favourite thing is to watch them run after it....tee hee.
I'm playing 2nd base - my usual spot. 3rd basemen throws the ball and side arms a little too far to the right...I go after it, it drops and I don't have time to get to my base so I hit the dirt and crawl to the bag, in time to get her out on the force base tag. Yeah me! She almost tramped on my head in the process but I got there.
But not without some scars. My left calf tells the tale. I'll take a picture of it. I did some damage there and filled my leg with dirt and blood. Nice!
The boys all laughed and said "you'd better clean that off", well me being me took my Smirnoff Ice and poured it down over, luckily I was intoxicated enough to not feel it.....although the next day was a different story.
Not only could I not walk / move my leg was throbing from my little incident! What was I thinking...I'm not 20 anymore.....god damn that hurt. Still does.
Yep Beer makes U Braver!
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Randoms...
One should not indulge in adult beverages on a work night
One should go to be earlier rather than going through piles and piles of pictures of kids that aren't her's
My (hope to soon be) SIL is teaching a Zumba class tonight, she and I are so excited, just like little kids
I cannot wait to hook up with my brother and his GF before class and chat
I have received the seal of approval (thumbs up) on my frozen margarita's, I believe the exact words were "the best I've ever had"...yep there you have it folks......I could be in Mexico making margarita's for Jimmy Buffet
The summer is quickly coming to an end and I am not happy about that
My calendar is full
I really enjoy having everyone over to my deck after ball practice, the kids are great and we have so many laughs
I really enjoy seeing my ball kids achieve and learn, it is such a warm n' fuzzy feeling inside
I wish I had more than 2 weeks off in the summer, I might buy more days for next year?
Hummus has become my fav lunch food
I know somebody who is going to have a baby and I am thrilled, I cannot wait to plan the baby shower
I ran out of Camp Stupid tickets and the stupid people keep surrounding me, they even have my phone number!
I have a parcel to pick up at Sears
Michaels has a whole bunch of SB supplies on clearance (chipboard and stickers)
My Director has asked me to plan her daughters wedding for next year.....I said no thank you
I am playing ball this weekend
My allergy shot is tomorrow - I only have 1 whole year left...yeah! (sarcasm there)
My tri-ceps hurt and my legs are sore.....nice!
E-mail is piling up on me
The office is quiet with everyone on vacation, got caught up on tons of stuff
I am hooked on the Beatles lately, cannot get enough of them.
Picking up medals tonight (ball)
I have 1400 water balloons for our ball party
Soon we'll be camping at Yogi
Friends of ours just bought a big ass camper - yeah them!
BB 11 is tonight! Will Jeff use the coup d'tat or not?
One should go to be earlier rather than going through piles and piles of pictures of kids that aren't her's
My (hope to soon be) SIL is teaching a Zumba class tonight, she and I are so excited, just like little kids
I cannot wait to hook up with my brother and his GF before class and chat
I have received the seal of approval (thumbs up) on my frozen margarita's, I believe the exact words were "the best I've ever had"...yep there you have it folks......I could be in Mexico making margarita's for Jimmy Buffet
The summer is quickly coming to an end and I am not happy about that
My calendar is full
I really enjoy having everyone over to my deck after ball practice, the kids are great and we have so many laughs
I really enjoy seeing my ball kids achieve and learn, it is such a warm n' fuzzy feeling inside
I wish I had more than 2 weeks off in the summer, I might buy more days for next year?
Hummus has become my fav lunch food
I know somebody who is going to have a baby and I am thrilled, I cannot wait to plan the baby shower
I ran out of Camp Stupid tickets and the stupid people keep surrounding me, they even have my phone number!
I have a parcel to pick up at Sears
Michaels has a whole bunch of SB supplies on clearance (chipboard and stickers)
My Director has asked me to plan her daughters wedding for next year.....I said no thank you
I am playing ball this weekend
My allergy shot is tomorrow - I only have 1 whole year left...yeah! (sarcasm there)
My tri-ceps hurt and my legs are sore.....nice!
E-mail is piling up on me
The office is quiet with everyone on vacation, got caught up on tons of stuff
I am hooked on the Beatles lately, cannot get enough of them.
Picking up medals tonight (ball)
I have 1400 water balloons for our ball party
Soon we'll be camping at Yogi
Friends of ours just bought a big ass camper - yeah them!
BB 11 is tonight! Will Jeff use the coup d'tat or not?
Sunday, August 9, 2009
JOY
I am having a fantastic weekend. I haven't stopped since Friday.
Drinks with Friends Friday night.
Hanging out with my Brother and his GF. Who by the way has me learning so very much. I never knew you could eat cactus...it is very tastey. Cactus fruit - another new item....loved it. Her infectious laughter. They are so much fun to be around. Who knew my brother was this much fun?
This morning she and I hit the gym for a Zumba class. We had a blast. It is a few years old in Ontario, she will starting as a instructor at her local gym in September for Zumba. Well she gets to try it out here in Freddy Beach first. Instructors are hard to come by and they want Miriam to teach a class Thursday night.....yeah! I cannot wait...she will be so great.
Soon they will be arriving for a special dinner. I cannot wait to spend the evening with them.
*sigh*
I wish they lived closer......
Drinks with Friends Friday night.
Hanging out with my Brother and his GF. Who by the way has me learning so very much. I never knew you could eat cactus...it is very tastey. Cactus fruit - another new item....loved it. Her infectious laughter. They are so much fun to be around. Who knew my brother was this much fun?
This morning she and I hit the gym for a Zumba class. We had a blast. It is a few years old in Ontario, she will starting as a instructor at her local gym in September for Zumba. Well she gets to try it out here in Freddy Beach first. Instructors are hard to come by and they want Miriam to teach a class Thursday night.....yeah! I cannot wait...she will be so great.
Soon they will be arriving for a special dinner. I cannot wait to spend the evening with them.
*sigh*
I wish they lived closer......
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Thursday means.....
It is the day before Friday!
The weekend is mapped somewhat mapped out - another busy one....
It is a sad day today that a member of our community will have his funeral.
My dad will more than likely receive bad news.
I have T-Ball tonight with my big kids. We are going to have 300 water balloons to play with.
I dread hearing the phone ring today.
I meet my new motivator. That is one plus to my day.
Its Thursday and its beautiful, soak up the sun.
The weekend is mapped somewhat mapped out - another busy one....
It is a sad day today that a member of our community will have his funeral.
My dad will more than likely receive bad news.
I have T-Ball tonight with my big kids. We are going to have 300 water balloons to play with.
I dread hearing the phone ring today.
I meet my new motivator. That is one plus to my day.
Its Thursday and its beautiful, soak up the sun.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Its Wednesday
Its Wednesday - Hump Day!
Do you know what that means?
Its almost the weekend.
Enjoy the day......hopefully tomorrow won't be a sour day.
Do you know what that means?
Its almost the weekend.
Enjoy the day......hopefully tomorrow won't be a sour day.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Another visit to the funeral home.....
How? Why? What the hell?
I got the call an hour ago...from a friend- telling me someone we know has passed away - suddenly.....
From a heart attack.
How can that be? He's 44 years old.
How can someone who is 44 years old die? Well they can.
I gotta say that if I knew I had 11 more years to live I'd be living my life differently...in some ways.
So why put things off....another day may not be coming?
I'm shocked!
I got the call an hour ago...from a friend- telling me someone we know has passed away - suddenly.....
From a heart attack.
How can that be? He's 44 years old.
How can someone who is 44 years old die? Well they can.
I gotta say that if I knew I had 11 more years to live I'd be living my life differently...in some ways.
So why put things off....another day may not be coming?
I'm shocked!
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