Just Call Me Dugout Nazi

I thought my husband had lost his mind when he told me that he was going to coach our son’s Little League team, well, then dumbass me said I would be Team Mom. I’m not crazy about kids or baseball, what the hell was I thinking? Maybe I just need something to do outside of the house. Let’s face it, I have NO life so why not take care of 10 more 6, 7 & 8 year old boys 2 days a week.

Saturday is opening day and Jeff picked up the uniforms tonight. So pathetic that I was excited to have something to do. I put each boys name in their hats, then put their socks and jersey in the hat so it would be easy to hand them out. I put the schedules to hand out, the roster and stat book all nice and neat in a binder even. I have this need to be organized, a tad OCD maybe, who knows.

I wonder how many parents won’t like the fact that we have no intentions on doing the whole “after game snack”. Neither one of us see the point in it. I would suppose it goes back to kids being so coddled now-a-days. I don’t remember getting a snack after any of my games growing up. Besides that, who in the hell can afford to spend the extra money when it’s not necessary? I guess if most of the parents bitch and whine about it enough then we’ll give in, but I find it just stupid.

It has always drove me crazy during games when kids are just being wild in the dugout, I have a feeling that I may piss off more than one parent or get the nickname, Dugout Nazi. This is an instructional league, if these little boys would pay attention they just might learn something.

Fashion Gone Wrong

I just had to do a quick post about the Wakarusa Maple Syrup Festival. The whole family made our way to the little town bright and early for the pancake and sausage breakfast. It was good enough I suppose. After breakfast we headed in town where the parade was going to be. It was quite cold!  If you know me at all, you know just how much I LOVE to people watch. So the main focus of this blog is the crazy people that appear everywhere.

Let me remind you that is it 30 something degrees out, and that we could discuss his choice of shoes, but do we really need to?

Last I checked, there was no hunting in town.
I wonder if the not so bright girl in the dress was with the not so bright man in the shorts?

This is how cold it really was!

Teenagers with No Clue

My 17 year old daughter is supposed to be a Junior in high school but has decided that she is going to graduate this year. She is all gung ho on moving back down to Virginia to go school but yet she hasn’t been making or taking the time to finish her online high school classes. Well, now  she doesn’t know what she wants to do, go to school here or Virginia, and she can’t seem to sit down with an adult to discuss finances and pros and cons. Damn teenagers, drive me absolutely crazy, they think they know everything about life when they have noooo fucking clue! Common sense says, go to an in-state school that will be paid for. Well, I guess I just made that decision for her.

Government Dressing

Let’s talk about the idiot people that show up at any Government building looking like they haven’t bathed in days and have been wearing the same clothes for weeks. Today was my Disability hearing. My attorney told me to dress nice, which I would have anyway, but as we are sitting there waiting our turn, I can’t help but wonder why in the hell I bothered when no one else did. It just amazes me that I only saw one person put forth the effort to look decent, the rest came strolling in in their jeans and flannels. I mean really? I know that most of them don’t have much money,  I don’t either,but damn people, go to Goodwill and score a cheap outfit.

Everyday Bitch

 

I tend to do a lot of bitching and complaining about the idiots that live among us.  If you are one of those idiots, then I'm sorry that you weren't born with any common sense.

Let's start with my first usual bitch of everyday, those of you with kids can relate to this I'm sure. Well, first let me give you a quick background.  I have two children, ages 17 and 18, my wonderful husband has two children as well, ages 7 and 9.  I guess I should say, WE have a 7 and 9 year old because we have custody.  So imagine the adjustment I've been going through since we've been together. I went from my kids headed out the door to two coming in.  I’m the first to admit that I have absolutely no patience with children, not even with my own when they were little.

Back to my daily bitch…the drop off and pick up line at school! Ok, how freaking hard is it to pay attention and pull up when necessary, let your child out and get the hell out of the way.  Now, the way I see the drop off is this…as soon as you hit the parking lot, seatbelts can come off, give mom or dad a kiss on the cheek and when it’s your turn, throw your kids out and move on. This crap of getting out of your car to unbuckle your child and hug and kiss them and then stand there to watch them walk into the school is ridiculous. If your kid isn’t capable of  unbuckling and getting out of the car and walking 20 feet into the school then maybe you need to keep them at home!