Our church weekend had 100 work sites and over 185 projects, apparently. Not 50.
With school -
While the teachers and staff will tell you that the start date is set in stone for school next year, there are apparently still negotiations going on. Part of our late start last year (after labor day) was that California has budget problems (in case you haven't heard.. we're bankrupt and insolvent. Kinda like the US govt...) anyway.....
The lawmakers lead by example (sarcasm) so decide to pay others less and do this by cutting the days they work. Thus CA now has 175 instructional days in school. The teacher union is trying to change which days those are, and right now we're starting school in August but getting out early. This is subject to change. If you ask the teachers, this is not subject to change because they and their union do not feel this is negotiable. If you ask those who write the checks, it is still in negotiation.
What is not subject to change is my plans because of them. Granted I'm pretty full of piss and vinegar this month, so I'm not changing anything unless I *have* to. And as I said, I missed the first 3 days of high school and still managed to graduate. I think missing the first 3 days of 1st or 3rd grade won't be cataclysmic. I have plan B in the works and have 2 moms I'll call who can look for me who the kids have for teachers and then I can email or call them and explain, "I'm not usually flaky enough to miss the first week of school, but since we are, please expect us on the Tues after labor day."
The piss and vinegar.. well I'm not sure where it's coming from. Hubby is trying to figure it out and trying to figure out how to add baking soda to neutralize me without making me erupt. A big factor in it probably has to do with a person I've been dealing with who I just figured out has borderline personality disorder (go ahead and google it if you're not familiar). The signs were there, but my stupid bleeding heart felt bad for her but when I no longer could accommodate her needs, things became very clear. Of course this clarity happened in the midst of waiting 2 hours to fill JMs prescription when she called with yet another need that I just was unwilling and unable to fill. Unwilling because it occurred to me how much I'd been taken advantage of and unable because I had plans- plans she expected me to change to accommodate her plans. Plans that were for the following morning.
Anyway.. I have a angry BP person mad at me now. And I'm torn at feeling like I should be more accommodating to her which is being overthrown by my urge to yell at her and tell her to: a. get professional help asap, b. grow up and become responsible, c. get a clue. a big one.
And then the other side of my head says "well, is that what a good Christian would do?"
and the other part of my head says "well.. she CLAIMS she's is a christian, can't I speak the truth in love?"
"yeah. cept I think you'd be missing the LOVE part?"
"oh no I'm not. I'd LOVE to tell her the truth about what I think"
"blowing up bridges is not a spiritual gift"
"so you say. I think it is."
Dang it. My head is arguing again.
Anyway.. the clock says my therapy time is over. I need to get back to work. I have about 40 more boxes of diapers to sell before I can put our solar equipment in the garage.
Yep. Solar. We're turning into fringy weirdos. In far more ways than I feel like sharing online. But let me mention.. if survival of the fittest ever comes into play those who fall into 'fringy weirdo survivalist' categories will survive. With our rain water collection, biodiesel, rabbit, chickens, garden, composting .... all in our 0.0005 acre tract home. And this in just the first year. Give it time. I could see a dairy goat or two in our future.
(breaks into song) Won't you be? Please won't you be? Please won't you be my neighbor?
yeah.. I might need to look into a "donate to my therapy button"
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
About the only thing I'm consitent on is Inconsistency
So it's been a month again since I've been back to write something here.
And part of it has been that I forget my passwords to things. Make that I don't forget. I never get them into my memory banks. My computer pops up with a "do you want firefox to remember the password for you?" and I always say "yes"
If there was a heck yes, option, I'd click that.
However.. this works if the little box shows up with your user id.
User IDs are not so easy for my computer to realize it needs to remember for me. Sometimes there's a box that says "remember me" and even if I click it, it sometimes forgets me.
Sad. I know. I can't remember who I am.
And honestly I use the same 3 user ids most places. But some of these places have requirements like "At least 1 capital letter and 1 number" and my user id in most places do not include 1 capital and 1 number. Seriously- when did names start including numbers? I know a few pop stars do weird crap with their names like use $ for letters and that one guy who used symbols and because "they guy formerly known as Prince" gee.. yeah. THAT made sense-change your name to an un-pronounceable symbol..
Granted, I could probably remember to capitalize the first letter.. which would be grammatically correct.. but really, if my computer with a bunch of GBs (or MBs or whatever ton of memory it has) can't remember all my IDs how can I, with my memory made of teflon remember it?
And then there's the trick of the security questions. And for example, it asked me "what was your first phone number" Gee... *I* picked that one? What did I answer?
I remember a 203-923-3545 number. Did I pick that one? Ok. I only remember it because I pulled out a book I had as a kid for my kids and I had filled out the information about 2nd grade era with my address and phone number. Actually I didn't put in the 203 part, but that *was* the area code then. The phone company was nice enough to change the area code when I was in college. I went to call home and got a message "this phone number is no longer connected" I don't remember even getting a "try the new area code" message. Actually.. I think I'm remembering wrong. Ahh.. that's right. They changed the phone number because they were getting prank calls. They forgot to tell me. They thought it was one of my "friends". Probably the same "friends" who vandalized my car. Funny. I don't think I'd consider those acts of friendship. I still don't know who it was that hated me so much.
Anyway back from the 1990's...
We don't have poultry yet. The housing for it it 99% done, there is a final perimeter fence going up around it to try to keep extra wildlife away as well as annexing the land behind us for our use. Squatter's rights. If we're still here in 7 years and still have chickens there... it might be ours? I'll put up pictures at some point. It's a nice coop/set up.
We had our "weekend of service" at our church. It's one weekend (in theory yearly) where the church has no services and instead everyone is supposed to sign up for a 4 hour shift at one of the 50 service sites.
A few months back they had asked anyone with experience to sign up. So.. I signed Larry up. He agreed to let me.
Not that he admits that now, but it wasn't without his approval.
Anyway... turns out they were thinking "professional" experience. But not to worry. We're professionals (lol) at least we have done what professionals have done, only for cheaper. So he was put in charge of the landscaping and carpentry at one site. The one thing I give our church is they divide and conquer well- think military set up. One guy in charge of a bunch of colonels who are in charge of a bunch of captains who over see lieutenants down to the enlisted masses with limited skills who just need to do what they're told. (PS that's Marine ranking since the Navy ranking confuses most non-Navy folk and we're in Marine land.)
Anyway.. Larry was about Captain level. (at least he's consistent) And he made me lieutenant over the landscape/garden. (Gee, thanks. I signed you up, not me.) I have far more before pictures than after. I might go there and check up on the garden we planted. Sadly, they wanted a garden but don't have a person who has skills or interest in tending it. They really wanted someone to come take care of it for them, but until someone steps up... I don't have the time to do it. I barely keep ours under control.
But it was a busy weekend and we met alot of great people who go to our church we'd never meet otherwise. That is one of the disadvantages of going to a church whose weekly attendance is triple the population of your hometown.
So.. other than that project..
I realized this week that in making our trip to CT plans that the kids are going to miss the first 4 days of school. Banging my head on the wall on that one. I talked to one of their teachers about it- mostly because they wanted an update on when I was taking them out of school, because I had talked about getting them permission to go in May, however most of May had been state mandated testing, so by the time I got the dates set it wasn't going to work with Larry's schedule... so I said we were going in August and, oh, by the way, they just posted the schedule for next year and we're going to miss the first week of school.
I can't win. One teacher told me "oh that's not good, that's when they go over everything for the year" and I said "well... there's nothing I can do about it"
And the truth of the matter is that they're going to post on the school gate the week before school starts who their teachers are- when we'll be gone, anyway, so it's not like I can even contact them ahead of time that we will miss the beginning of school.. because I won't know who to contact.
(insert sign of resignation here) if only that wackjob was right and I wouldn't have to have been worrying about this since Sat the world ended. But.. no. If it the other wack jobs are right, the world will end in Sept or October, so really I should keep them out of school because why waste the last 2 months of being on this earth in school, right?
Reminds me of my freshman year in high school that my grandmother was listening to someone who had the world ending 2 weeks into school and I was convinced enough to not do 70% of my homework for those 2 weeks. Of course I and most of my freshman class missed the first 3 days of school because we all had food poisoning from the "welcome to high school picnic" the day before school started so the first 2 weeks didn't get off to a terrific start, anyway. (no, I'm not making that up. Have I introduced you to the black cloud that has kept me company for most of my life? It's funny when it's not your cloud)
So.. with that little trip down memory lane I really do need to get something done from my actual "do to list." believe it or not, blogging isn't on there. Perhaps if I did put it on there, I'd be more consistent with it. Or not. I've had some things on my do-to list for so long that they are no longer relevant.. mailing christmas and birthdaycards, for example...
And part of it has been that I forget my passwords to things. Make that I don't forget. I never get them into my memory banks. My computer pops up with a "do you want firefox to remember the password for you?" and I always say "yes"
If there was a heck yes, option, I'd click that.
However.. this works if the little box shows up with your user id.
User IDs are not so easy for my computer to realize it needs to remember for me. Sometimes there's a box that says "remember me" and even if I click it, it sometimes forgets me.
Sad. I know. I can't remember who I am.
And honestly I use the same 3 user ids most places. But some of these places have requirements like "At least 1 capital letter and 1 number" and my user id in most places do not include 1 capital and 1 number. Seriously- when did names start including numbers? I know a few pop stars do weird crap with their names like use $ for letters and that one guy who used symbols and because "they guy formerly known as Prince" gee.. yeah. THAT made sense-change your name to an un-pronounceable symbol..
Granted, I could probably remember to capitalize the first letter.. which would be grammatically correct.. but really, if my computer with a bunch of GBs (or MBs or whatever ton of memory it has) can't remember all my IDs how can I, with my memory made of teflon remember it?
And then there's the trick of the security questions. And for example, it asked me "what was your first phone number" Gee... *I* picked that one? What did I answer?
I remember a 203-923-3545 number. Did I pick that one? Ok. I only remember it because I pulled out a book I had as a kid for my kids and I had filled out the information about 2nd grade era with my address and phone number. Actually I didn't put in the 203 part, but that *was* the area code then. The phone company was nice enough to change the area code when I was in college. I went to call home and got a message "this phone number is no longer connected" I don't remember even getting a "try the new area code" message. Actually.. I think I'm remembering wrong. Ahh.. that's right. They changed the phone number because they were getting prank calls. They forgot to tell me. They thought it was one of my "friends". Probably the same "friends" who vandalized my car. Funny. I don't think I'd consider those acts of friendship. I still don't know who it was that hated me so much.
Anyway back from the 1990's...
We don't have poultry yet. The housing for it it 99% done, there is a final perimeter fence going up around it to try to keep extra wildlife away as well as annexing the land behind us for our use. Squatter's rights. If we're still here in 7 years and still have chickens there... it might be ours? I'll put up pictures at some point. It's a nice coop/set up.
We had our "weekend of service" at our church. It's one weekend (in theory yearly) where the church has no services and instead everyone is supposed to sign up for a 4 hour shift at one of the 50 service sites.
A few months back they had asked anyone with experience to sign up. So.. I signed Larry up. He agreed to let me.
Not that he admits that now, but it wasn't without his approval.
Anyway... turns out they were thinking "professional" experience. But not to worry. We're professionals (lol) at least we have done what professionals have done, only for cheaper. So he was put in charge of the landscaping and carpentry at one site. The one thing I give our church is they divide and conquer well- think military set up. One guy in charge of a bunch of colonels who are in charge of a bunch of captains who over see lieutenants down to the enlisted masses with limited skills who just need to do what they're told. (PS that's Marine ranking since the Navy ranking confuses most non-Navy folk and we're in Marine land.)
Anyway.. Larry was about Captain level. (at least he's consistent) And he made me lieutenant over the landscape/garden. (Gee, thanks. I signed you up, not me.) I have far more before pictures than after. I might go there and check up on the garden we planted. Sadly, they wanted a garden but don't have a person who has skills or interest in tending it. They really wanted someone to come take care of it for them, but until someone steps up... I don't have the time to do it. I barely keep ours under control.
But it was a busy weekend and we met alot of great people who go to our church we'd never meet otherwise. That is one of the disadvantages of going to a church whose weekly attendance is triple the population of your hometown.
So.. other than that project..
I realized this week that in making our trip to CT plans that the kids are going to miss the first 4 days of school. Banging my head on the wall on that one. I talked to one of their teachers about it- mostly because they wanted an update on when I was taking them out of school, because I had talked about getting them permission to go in May, however most of May had been state mandated testing, so by the time I got the dates set it wasn't going to work with Larry's schedule... so I said we were going in August and, oh, by the way, they just posted the schedule for next year and we're going to miss the first week of school.
I can't win. One teacher told me "oh that's not good, that's when they go over everything for the year" and I said "well... there's nothing I can do about it"
And the truth of the matter is that they're going to post on the school gate the week before school starts who their teachers are- when we'll be gone, anyway, so it's not like I can even contact them ahead of time that we will miss the beginning of school.. because I won't know who to contact.
(insert sign of resignation here) if only that wackjob was right and I wouldn't have to have been worrying about this since Sat the world ended. But.. no. If it the other wack jobs are right, the world will end in Sept or October, so really I should keep them out of school because why waste the last 2 months of being on this earth in school, right?
Reminds me of my freshman year in high school that my grandmother was listening to someone who had the world ending 2 weeks into school and I was convinced enough to not do 70% of my homework for those 2 weeks. Of course I and most of my freshman class missed the first 3 days of school because we all had food poisoning from the "welcome to high school picnic" the day before school started so the first 2 weeks didn't get off to a terrific start, anyway. (no, I'm not making that up. Have I introduced you to the black cloud that has kept me company for most of my life? It's funny when it's not your cloud)
So.. with that little trip down memory lane I really do need to get something done from my actual "do to list." believe it or not, blogging isn't on there. Perhaps if I did put it on there, I'd be more consistent with it. Or not. I've had some things on my do-to list for so long that they are no longer relevant.. mailing christmas and birthdaycards, for example...
Friday, April 22, 2011
Hard to believe it's been 8 years
8 years since we came home from the hospital from having Joey and Sonia.
In those 8 years they've made each other laugh and made each other cry.
They hear " you don't look like twins" nearly every time they share they're twins
They have their own personalities and strengths
They know how to irritate each other
They know how to make the other one feel better
And life wouldn't be the same without them.
Happy birthday Sonia
Happy birthday Joey
We love you
Of course I love you if I tried to make you a cake with fondant icing. Which you guys thought was fun. I thought it was a nightmare.
We love you enough to take you to lego land during school vacation week (should have re-thought that one)
And I love you enough to keep this brief until you go back to school :-)
In those 8 years they've made each other laugh and made each other cry.
They hear " you don't look like twins" nearly every time they share they're twins
They have their own personalities and strengths
They know how to irritate each other
They know how to make the other one feel better
And life wouldn't be the same without them.
Happy birthday Sonia
Happy birthday Joey
We love you
Of course I love you if I tried to make you a cake with fondant icing. Which you guys thought was fun. I thought it was a nightmare.
We love you enough to take you to lego land during school vacation week (should have re-thought that one)
And I love you enough to keep this brief until you go back to school :-)
Saturday, April 16, 2011
You might be a redneck
When you're driving down the highway and your trailer falls apart on the freeway, cartwheeling several times before coming to a rest.
And you might be a redneck when you go get another trailer to go get the remains of the destroyed trailer.
Just sayin'
Not that we're down a trailer right now or anything.
Or that someone was upset that an axle broke and became unusuable.
Nope.
At least I wasn't there.
And you'd be surprised how many rednecks that exist in the world who come to get the remains of the trailer when listed for free on craigslist. I wish I'd taken a picture of broken trailer coming home on the back of rented trailer and then in pieces in the driveway. But I went to soccer and by the time I got back one of the dozen or so people interested in it had come to get it.
No one was hurt in any events depicted on this blog.
And you might be a redneck when you go get another trailer to go get the remains of the destroyed trailer.
Just sayin'
Not that we're down a trailer right now or anything.
Or that someone was upset that an axle broke and became unusuable.
Nope.
At least I wasn't there.
And you'd be surprised how many rednecks that exist in the world who come to get the remains of the trailer when listed for free on craigslist. I wish I'd taken a picture of broken trailer coming home on the back of rented trailer and then in pieces in the driveway. But I went to soccer and by the time I got back one of the dozen or so people interested in it had come to get it.
No one was hurt in any events depicted on this blog.
Friday, April 15, 2011
The diy water park
Because it's unseasonably warm here right now and after looking at what happens to our electric bill when we use the AC during the day...
I picked up the kids all hot sweaty and sugared up from school (because the last day before spring vacation was all about parties and sugar. Despite the school's ban on sugar, there was jelly beans and jolly ranchers being graphed then eaten in Kayla's room and Joey's class had a school store where they hunted for easter eggs, then took the money from inside the eggs to buy stuff at the class store which included... candy. Although Joey's teacher said they couldn't eat it til they got home, and Kayla's teacher did offer to pack their jelly beans for them to take home, however few bean were packed.
Anyway.. we're home in a vacation sort of mood. And we're hot.
So.. this is what I came up with
Easier to tell from the video below.. but this is the poor man's water park. Put up swingset (ok.. so not poor man, since that in itself was an investment we couldn't afford in our med school days) turn on yard sprinklers.
Oh. One More thing.
You notice the lack of something?
Hint: It's the 15th. Of April
Right. Blogging about sweating about getting my books in order and filing my taxes. They were done months ago.
Granted I only clicked "file" last week, but they were done. Serious Progress, in most aspects.
I missed the "we'll double check your return free" deadline with H+R block by a day, but it got them done, so that in itself qualifies for something.
Patting myself on the back.
I picked up the kids all hot sweaty and sugared up from school (because the last day before spring vacation was all about parties and sugar. Despite the school's ban on sugar, there was jelly beans and jolly ranchers being graphed then eaten in Kayla's room and Joey's class had a school store where they hunted for easter eggs, then took the money from inside the eggs to buy stuff at the class store which included... candy. Although Joey's teacher said they couldn't eat it til they got home, and Kayla's teacher did offer to pack their jelly beans for them to take home, however few bean were packed.
Anyway.. we're home in a vacation sort of mood. And we're hot.
So.. this is what I came up with
Oh. One More thing.
You notice the lack of something?
Hint: It's the 15th. Of April
Right. Blogging about sweating about getting my books in order and filing my taxes. They were done months ago.
Granted I only clicked "file" last week, but they were done. Serious Progress, in most aspects.
I missed the "we'll double check your return free" deadline with H+R block by a day, but it got them done, so that in itself qualifies for something.
Patting myself on the back.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Growing pineapples
Because I know you're dying to know, right?
It's actually not that difficult. Even for my brown thumbs.
So this is how it goes
Buy a pineapple. With the top attatched. Generally that's how they come here, however in some countries, this isn't the case.
Once you've cut the top off and used the fruit you'll have something that looks like this
Cut off the remaining fruit and start pulling off the leaves. Pull them downward to get them off easiest
Once you've removed the lower leaves, it'll look like this
You may notice little white things that look like roots (they'll look like worms, don't panic) or, in this case, little brown nobby appearing things. These will become your roots.
Stick in a jar of water.I often add a tsp of sugar to the water. I don't know why. I probably read somewhere to do that. Leave in a windowsill until roots start growing. Change the water if it gets gross. I've been told you can go straight from above to dirt. I haven't tried it. I should. I'll let you know if I do.
Once it gets growing move to a pot with soil. They need to have the soil constantly moist. Ours lives in the kitchen window so it gets any water left over from glasses.
The one below here is about 8 months old. The pineapple will grow from the top. Then cut it and repeat. It takes about 18 months for you to get fruit from a plant.
Below are my dozens upon dozens of alstromaria. The reddish ones are occupying the vase my pinapple tops generally occupy. Larry was given them by the guy we found who makes bio diesel. They're pretty. And they smell nice. He grows flowers, too. Professionally. But since they are in my vases, my Pineapple top is in a jar left over from something. Oh, and did I mention we're thrilled to have found Biodiesel? Our truck will have a net zero carbon footprint. Ha! Better than a prius. I can drive a monster size truck AND not kill the environment. If you believe that humans actually are capable of changing climate and that the world isn't ending sometime soon. Like 2011. or 2012.
It's actually not that difficult. Even for my brown thumbs.
So this is how it goes
Buy a pineapple. With the top attatched. Generally that's how they come here, however in some countries, this isn't the case.
Once you've cut the top off and used the fruit you'll have something that looks like this
Cut off the remaining fruit and start pulling off the leaves. Pull them downward to get them off easiest
Once you've removed the lower leaves, it'll look like this
The one below here is about 8 months old. The pineapple will grow from the top. Then cut it and repeat. It takes about 18 months for you to get fruit from a plant.
Below are my dozens upon dozens of alstromaria. The reddish ones are occupying the vase my pinapple tops generally occupy. Larry was given them by the guy we found who makes bio diesel. They're pretty. And they smell nice. He grows flowers, too. Professionally. But since they are in my vases, my Pineapple top is in a jar left over from something. Oh, and did I mention we're thrilled to have found Biodiesel? Our truck will have a net zero carbon footprint. Ha! Better than a prius. I can drive a monster size truck AND not kill the environment. If you believe that humans actually are capable of changing climate and that the world isn't ending sometime soon. Like 2011. or 2012.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
So in an effort to actually blog more often
I am sitting here staring at the computer screen with little going on in my head. Which, frankly, surprises me since generally there are at least 6 voices in there competing with the 4 around me.
No. Don't call the psych hospital on me. I've been checked. They're ok. With my double vision, it's a regular party in my brain.
The little things that have been going on.. well.. not so little.. Soccer.
Soccer is the big monster that sucks up all things resembling free time. And who ever came up with the term "Soccer Mom"- was that you Pres Clinton? - thank you for that, so now when the word "soccer" comes out of my mouth I hear "oh, you're a soccer mom?"
Uh.. yeah. Whatever that means. Go ahead. Put me in a category. I rarely fit in any category. I'm a statistical anomaly.
But Soccer means that 3 days a week I sit at the side of the soccer field. This is actually a vast improvement from the 4-5 days a week we had this fall. I was actually really hoping they'd all be on the same team, Since it's the 6 and 7 year olds on the same team and Sonia/Joey are still 7 and Kayla's 6... but.. apparently people aren't supposed to have 3 kids in the age bracket consisting of 2 years, so they won't let you have more than 2 kids on a team. Guess if you decide not to show up, it might force them to forfeit?
Of course because they're the same age league, they played each other. So I'm was irritating Joey and Kayla's team fathers by cheering for Sonia. It wasn't like there was much competition. I was just cheering if she was paying attention to where the ball was and possibly even getting close enough to kick it. We're setting realistic goals here.
But really.. Sonia's team.. words don't describe.
Actually I think the best way to describe it is that at the end of last season, the coaches made a recommendation for the worst/weakest team player from their team. And then all of those kids were put on the same team.
It's really pathetic. We're 2/3 of the way through the season and I don't think they've scored a goal once.
No, I take that back. In game #2, they kicked it into and scored on their own goal for the other team.
Yeah. They're that bad.
We cheer if the loose by less than 8 goals. I guess youth sports made a rule that after 5 goals, they stop counting, so the most you're technically loosing by is 5. The kids, on the other hand realize that they lost by more than 5 - they can count. It's just the referees that can't count.
So.. since tonight's a soccer night which we'll leave early to try to make it to Awana in under 30 minutes while feeding them sandwiches and carrot sticks in the van... I need to get packing. I have 20 minutes to have kids, dinner, water bottles, cleats, shoes, jackets, Awana books and vests, homework and snack for after Awana when they accuse me of not feeding them dinner because they're starved.
So.. off to pack the van with enough stuff that when we get out tonight it will look like a cyclone went through it. And it will likely smell like week old gym shorts... yummm.. nothing like inhaling smelly cleat odor while trying to inhale your dinner sandwich.
No. Don't call the psych hospital on me. I've been checked. They're ok. With my double vision, it's a regular party in my brain.
The little things that have been going on.. well.. not so little.. Soccer.
Soccer is the big monster that sucks up all things resembling free time. And who ever came up with the term "Soccer Mom"- was that you Pres Clinton? - thank you for that, so now when the word "soccer" comes out of my mouth I hear "oh, you're a soccer mom?"
Uh.. yeah. Whatever that means. Go ahead. Put me in a category. I rarely fit in any category. I'm a statistical anomaly.
But Soccer means that 3 days a week I sit at the side of the soccer field. This is actually a vast improvement from the 4-5 days a week we had this fall. I was actually really hoping they'd all be on the same team, Since it's the 6 and 7 year olds on the same team and Sonia/Joey are still 7 and Kayla's 6... but.. apparently people aren't supposed to have 3 kids in the age bracket consisting of 2 years, so they won't let you have more than 2 kids on a team. Guess if you decide not to show up, it might force them to forfeit?
Of course because they're the same age league, they played each other. So I'm was irritating Joey and Kayla's team fathers by cheering for Sonia. It wasn't like there was much competition. I was just cheering if she was paying attention to where the ball was and possibly even getting close enough to kick it. We're setting realistic goals here.
But really.. Sonia's team.. words don't describe.
Actually I think the best way to describe it is that at the end of last season, the coaches made a recommendation for the worst/weakest team player from their team. And then all of those kids were put on the same team.
It's really pathetic. We're 2/3 of the way through the season and I don't think they've scored a goal once.
No, I take that back. In game #2, they kicked it into and scored on their own goal for the other team.
Yeah. They're that bad.
We cheer if the loose by less than 8 goals. I guess youth sports made a rule that after 5 goals, they stop counting, so the most you're technically loosing by is 5. The kids, on the other hand realize that they lost by more than 5 - they can count. It's just the referees that can't count.
So.. since tonight's a soccer night which we'll leave early to try to make it to Awana in under 30 minutes while feeding them sandwiches and carrot sticks in the van... I need to get packing. I have 20 minutes to have kids, dinner, water bottles, cleats, shoes, jackets, Awana books and vests, homework and snack for after Awana when they accuse me of not feeding them dinner because they're starved.
So.. off to pack the van with enough stuff that when we get out tonight it will look like a cyclone went through it. And it will likely smell like week old gym shorts... yummm.. nothing like inhaling smelly cleat odor while trying to inhale your dinner sandwich.
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