Can't seem to shake yesterday out of my head. You just never know what a day is going to bring. I'm getting use to the fact that my job is at a pretty fast pace and can be described in one word: multi-tasking. (That is one word. See the dash!) But yesterday.....
School starts at 8:30 with the doors opening for the kids at 8:00. I usually get there about 7:50. At 8:15, I got a call from a mom saying that her son had called her and his school bus had been involved in an accident. She said that the police were there, evidently there were more cars involved, and she expected a full report. I called the bus company, who didn't know much more at the time. In a few minutes, they called back and we had three students on board, but everyone was fine and they would do parental notifications. Oh, and I forgot to say....this was a special needs bus. That brings on a whole other set of worries. Then I had the cocky police officer from the school at my elbow informing me - in his best NYC officer tone - that there had been an accident (I knew), to call the bus company (I had), and to notify the parents (they were).
After that calmed down a little, I had a woman call to say that there had been a dog hit by a car on the busy street behind the school. She went into great detail about how she always tries to help hurt animals but this one limped away on to the school property only to lie down next to the tennis courts and die. Great! Tennis classes were to start soon. As much as my heart is touched by animals, we had a large class of students going out there that I didn't want traumatized by a hurt and probably dead animal. I call animal control and ask them to come check on it.
Then the boys from the bus accident come in. Of course, being 12 and 13 year old boys, they thought it was awesome. Everyone is fine; they have great stories to tell and we take care of their tardies and send them off to classes.
Finally find the tennis coach who takes a golf cart and surveys the school property. Can't find the dog. We are not sure whether animal control was on the job or if the poor dog decided to drag off somewhere else to die.
By this time, it's about 9 a.m. I've also seen about 30 students that were late to school; taken at least the same amount of parental calls; won another satellite dish (that's what the recorded voices always tell me); accepted forgotten lunches, football pads and assorted things brought up school by their parents.
Then I hear from another employee that the school "I-can't-be-happy-so-no-one-else-can-be-happy" nurse at our school has started something about me. She told this employee that everyone (meaning she and one other) were upset over an office staff meeting last week where the principal presented a project that I and (2) assistant principals had worked on. The principal gave me full credit (thanks a lot) and the procedures stepped on some toes. Namely hers. I had been warned about this lady before (by both assistant principals who want her gone)but had never been the object of her spew. Anyway, this person also hinted that someone had been in my e-mail. I don't think there is anything to find, but that fact is such an invasion of privacy and disturbing. Someone has to cover my desk at lunch and I have to have quite a few programs open during the day. I have come back and found their e-mail open and have been careful to stay out and close it. I expected the same consideration. Well that is a lesson!
My day was the usual busy and the next big hit came about 4:45. (Of course, I get off at 4:00.) A student came banging on the office door saying that someone was having a seizure. One of the band directors happened to be leaving and she and I got out at the same time. Here is a 12 year old down on the ground next to a fallen bike at the end of a seizure. I told her to call 911 and ran down to him. He was breathing, I got his backpack off of him and put it under his head and tried to talk to him. He had been riding his bike home, had a seizure on the bike and fell hard hitting his head. I found a rather large abrasion on the side of his head. Anyway, in what seemed like forever but was probably about 10 minutes, I tried to keep him calm and awake. The ambulance got there and started getting his vitals. He seemed confused and slow, but he could tell them where he was and who I was. They were waiting for his parents to get there before transporting him and then he went into another seizure. They scoop him up onto the gurney and run for the ambulance. Just as they are loading him into the back, mom and dad get there. I found out later that he has epilepsy and that is the reason that they moved here. They are from London and weren't getting the treatment he needed so they came here. By this time it was 5:15 and I thought I had better get out of there quickly. Went home and found myself on my neighbor's doorstep going "Got wine?". I tried to call a couple of hospitals to see how he was, but couldn't find him. We have so many close hospitals.
Anyway, I woke up at 3:30 this morning not being able to shake all of this out of my mind. I went to a first aid class just last week but I kept thinking what else was I suppose to do. So I did what anyone would do. Got out of bed and started to google. Actually, I did pretty well. I had him on his side, but he wanted to roll over on his stomach. He wasn't having trouble breathing so I just left him that way and stayed with him. I know that Nurse Cratchett will be interrogating me this morning and will find something that I did that could of killed the kid. Ay-yi-yi.
Last night my husband came home and wanted to know why I hadn't gone to the grocery store. We'll miss that man!
Later.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Something Fun
I do have something fun to tell. Since it premiered, I have been an avid viewer of The Bachelor/Bachelorette. I probably need to join a support group for this, but then that is another story. Anyway, when they were casting for the last Bachelorette (DeAnna) I called one of my amazing nephews and told him that he needed to apply. I thought DeAnna was perfect for him. He's smart, really adventurous, a real hottie and so much fun. He flies helicopters for the Army. Anyway, he humored me and checked out their website. He called me back and said that they wanted him to send in a video and he wasn't sure that he wanted to go to that much trouble. Being the loving aunt that I am, I told him to quit thinking of himself and think of me and just send the silly thing in. :) Actually, I thought that was the end of that, but he wrote me the other day and said he was forwarding something that I might be interested in. He had a reply from a producer with The Bachelorette. They wanted him to come to Los Angeles to be interviewed and make a tape. Then be there in late January for casting and filming in March. I was so excited!!! Sadly though, he had to turn it down because the Army is moving him to Germany in December and then on to Afghanistan. Also, he also is currently dating someone and thinks he may have found is own "Bachelorette". So close yet so far away. Oh well, it would have been so fun to have seen him on there, but I'm still really proud of him.
Later.
Later.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
For the love of sons.
I told you before that my son had been moved again. Getting information out of "the system" takes James Bond sometimes. We finally got a letter from him this past Tuesday. He seemed to have as hard time of writing about it as I am having a hard time typing it right now. Where he is at has a medical/psychiatric facility. He said that on September 29th he slit his wrist. He went on to tell us in a long letter how depressing things were and hopeless. He has no future. Only the present and that is all memories of what he has done and how he has hurt those around him. He talks about the vicious circle of racism in prison, dirty guards, and paranoia. It seems like the demons he carries with him will never let him be. My heart is broken for him. As parents, we are suppose to be able to comfort our children. I know that I cannot "fix" him, but I can't comfort him either. He can't have visitors now and when he is moved, probably won't be able to for awhile either. I pray that he is getting some counseling, but if it is like the medical care we have seen, he will just be told "don't do it again". Please pray for him that he will have the strength to just get through all of this with his sweet heart still intact and not hardened. This will probably even set back his release date to add salt to the wound.
This has been such a busy, busy,tough week at work. I'm glad it was only a 4-day week. I'm not sure that I could of squeezed another day out. It did keep me from thingking about our lives. We've had a series of extended family deaths and illness in the office. The 3 people around me were all out one day and I had to do their jobs plus mine. I also had some meetings and had to beg some help for my desk. It was probably good that others got a taste of it. It was full steam ahead. It was good though that I was too busy to think. I try really hard to put on a smile there and happened to have gotten several compliments last week. If they only knew what I was hiding. There are only a couple of people there that know about my son. They are administrators and I had just told one last week, because I want to be a help with some of the troubled teens. It's not any one's business and I know that I didn't really understand until I had been put into this spot. I don't want to deal with that right now.
Our nurse had to leave suddenly for a personal emergency this week as well. I was so afraid that a serious injury would come in on my watch. I can do the "mama things" like take temps, put on band aids, and tell them they will be fine and go back to class. I have a district first aid class this week to take. It's good just to have although I'm not looking forward to the responsibility that comes with it in the school setting.
Love on you children.
Later.
This has been such a busy, busy,tough week at work. I'm glad it was only a 4-day week. I'm not sure that I could of squeezed another day out. It did keep me from thingking about our lives. We've had a series of extended family deaths and illness in the office. The 3 people around me were all out one day and I had to do their jobs plus mine. I also had some meetings and had to beg some help for my desk. It was probably good that others got a taste of it. It was full steam ahead. It was good though that I was too busy to think. I try really hard to put on a smile there and happened to have gotten several compliments last week. If they only knew what I was hiding. There are only a couple of people there that know about my son. They are administrators and I had just told one last week, because I want to be a help with some of the troubled teens. It's not any one's business and I know that I didn't really understand until I had been put into this spot. I don't want to deal with that right now.
Our nurse had to leave suddenly for a personal emergency this week as well. I was so afraid that a serious injury would come in on my watch. I can do the "mama things" like take temps, put on band aids, and tell them they will be fine and go back to class. I have a district first aid class this week to take. It's good just to have although I'm not looking forward to the responsibility that comes with it in the school setting.
Love on you children.
Later.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Ups and Downs
I'm sure by now that everyone with a computer has gotten the forward called "The Dash". This is the one that talks about the dash in between "Date of Birth - Date of Death" and how you use what is in between. Lately, I have been kinda "grooving" on this. I'm sure most people want their dash to be meaningful and with huge portions of love, fun, and happiness. So do I. Right now I feel like my "dash" is looking more like a "~". I just read a blog that a friend linked me to. http://sgirl79.blogspot.com/ I have always considered myself as being a woman of faith, but where do you get that kind of strength? I'm sure she is pulling it up from her toenails right now, but still you have to admire someone like that. It is a story that will change lives.
Hubby is out-of-state at his high school reunion. He sounds like he is having a great time roaming around his old stomping grounds. It was homecoming for his high school and also for his college. Two football games and golf in one weekend....he's a happy camper. He also got to visit his parents' old home. It was a big, wonderful turn-of-the-century home. The next door neighbors had always loved it so they bought it and are now updating. Would love to be there. They had sent us a DVD before of the work in progress and it was beautiful. That home hold great memories. He flies back home early tomorrow in time to go to work. (Sigh.)
This week has been filled with so many ups and downs that my tummy is having a field day. One huge "up" came last night when we got home from my son's football game. (Which he made some amazing plays in, I might add.) We finally picked up our mail last night and in it was an envelope that contained a diploma for my older son. He FINALLY has his GED. This is a huge, life-changing achomplishment for him and he didn't even get a ceremony out of it. Just a piece of paper, that he probably has not even seen, mailed off to his parents. I'm sending him a copy and will celebrate him in all the ways that we can. I'm so very proud of him. For a kid with learning disabilities and everything else he has going on in his life, this was quite a long, hard struggle.
After being excited over that, I felt this overpowering sense that I needed to check the website that shows really basic information about him. From that I learned that he had been moved again. Still farther away. Now he is 5-1/2 hours away by car. I have no idea as to why he was moved or if this is just a stopover to somewhere else. I will not be able to talk to anyone probably until Tuesday as Monday is a holiday and then they are sometimes very vague. We haven't had any letters from him lately so it is really unsettling. I just wonder what is happening. This is such a nightmare. I wish we could all wake up.
Really didn't mean for this to be such a downer of a post. The weather is beautiful here. I have a happy hubby coming home tomorrow. No school tomorrow so I have a date with my son. And I have two beautiful, healthy sons - one here and one away that now has a GED. But he's beautiful and healthy.
Later.
Hubby is out-of-state at his high school reunion. He sounds like he is having a great time roaming around his old stomping grounds. It was homecoming for his high school and also for his college. Two football games and golf in one weekend....he's a happy camper. He also got to visit his parents' old home. It was a big, wonderful turn-of-the-century home. The next door neighbors had always loved it so they bought it and are now updating. Would love to be there. They had sent us a DVD before of the work in progress and it was beautiful. That home hold great memories. He flies back home early tomorrow in time to go to work. (Sigh.)
This week has been filled with so many ups and downs that my tummy is having a field day. One huge "up" came last night when we got home from my son's football game. (Which he made some amazing plays in, I might add.) We finally picked up our mail last night and in it was an envelope that contained a diploma for my older son. He FINALLY has his GED. This is a huge, life-changing achomplishment for him and he didn't even get a ceremony out of it. Just a piece of paper, that he probably has not even seen, mailed off to his parents. I'm sending him a copy and will celebrate him in all the ways that we can. I'm so very proud of him. For a kid with learning disabilities and everything else he has going on in his life, this was quite a long, hard struggle.
After being excited over that, I felt this overpowering sense that I needed to check the website that shows really basic information about him. From that I learned that he had been moved again. Still farther away. Now he is 5-1/2 hours away by car. I have no idea as to why he was moved or if this is just a stopover to somewhere else. I will not be able to talk to anyone probably until Tuesday as Monday is a holiday and then they are sometimes very vague. We haven't had any letters from him lately so it is really unsettling. I just wonder what is happening. This is such a nightmare. I wish we could all wake up.
Really didn't mean for this to be such a downer of a post. The weather is beautiful here. I have a happy hubby coming home tomorrow. No school tomorrow so I have a date with my son. And I have two beautiful, healthy sons - one here and one away that now has a GED. But he's beautiful and healthy.
Later.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
My Little Boy
What a week! What a weekend! My little boy turned 11 yesterday. Where did my baby go? He was just here! He had a (non)sleepover Friday night. (That was really appropriate since I had spent all Friday night 11 years ago awake waiting for him to be born at 4:30 a.m. Saturday.) He had the typical sleepover with lots of fun, giggling, silly story telling, and a nerf dart war in the dark with flashlights. That is his latest passion and I have even been attacked by darts while I have been sitting here writing. I would say he had some fun.
Last night, the birthday boy had a football game and he got to play it in the high school stadium. That was pretty special! A stadium that seats 10,000 with about 200 parents "filling" it. Anyway, it was fun for them with the cool announcer and he got to run out in the middle of the field as captain and call the coin in the air. His best friend and his family came to watch so he had his own cheering section. His team lost by one touchdown, but they had a great time. It's all good.
He came in last week and said "Hey Mom, I have a date to the Halloween dance." WHAT????? He did this once before in the 2nd grade when some smart girl told him that he was her date to the 50's dance/carnival at school. I turned around to see her and her poodle skirt taking him by the hand into the crowd on the dance floor. The next thing I saw was him on stage with her dancing the jitter bug. And me without a camera. Who knew that the music teacher had been teaching them how to do that. But this day I was really a little thrown off. Every year he gets closer to the time of big heartbreaks, embaressing moments and hopefully, in the end, finding his partner in life. And just maybe I will be ready for it.......when he 35. Right now though it is just a reminder of things to come. The hugs and kisses will slow down for a while and the "I hate you" may even come out. I won't be his "best girl" anymore. He has been such a blessing and I just hate to see each stage of it move into the next one. I know this is what is suppose to happen but I really enjoy this kid.
I have been reading the blog of the sis-in-law of a friend of mine. They have been waiting for a baby through adoption. Their sweet son was born last week and they have just brought him home. This has so brought back all of the emotions of that time. You are so happy, grateful, vulnerable, scared, and excited at one time. It is pure adreniline. You cannot believe that you are holding this little one who has already been born in your heart. It is such a dream come true. There is also the little nag in the back of your head that this can't be real and someone will be coming to pick him up. Then there is also the self-doubt that you have to prove yourself fit to parent since this child did not come out of your own body. As if a working uterus somehow gives parenting knowledge. Then there is also the sadness you feel for the birthfamily. Some girl's hormonal heart is breaking. We were lucky enough to have had the opportunity to get to know and love our birthmom. The night we brought our son home, I rocked and cried for her. He was so perfect. I knew she must miss him. I also felt the full responsiblity to do well with this most wonderful gift.
Anyway, I am thankful for my son and I pray for the girl who will someday win his heart. Sometimes you just are blessed. Blessed with a little boy who shoots nerf darts at you because he loves you.
Last night, the birthday boy had a football game and he got to play it in the high school stadium. That was pretty special! A stadium that seats 10,000 with about 200 parents "filling" it. Anyway, it was fun for them with the cool announcer and he got to run out in the middle of the field as captain and call the coin in the air. His best friend and his family came to watch so he had his own cheering section. His team lost by one touchdown, but they had a great time. It's all good.
He came in last week and said "Hey Mom, I have a date to the Halloween dance." WHAT????? He did this once before in the 2nd grade when some smart girl told him that he was her date to the 50's dance/carnival at school. I turned around to see her and her poodle skirt taking him by the hand into the crowd on the dance floor. The next thing I saw was him on stage with her dancing the jitter bug. And me without a camera. Who knew that the music teacher had been teaching them how to do that. But this day I was really a little thrown off. Every year he gets closer to the time of big heartbreaks, embaressing moments and hopefully, in the end, finding his partner in life. And just maybe I will be ready for it.......when he 35. Right now though it is just a reminder of things to come. The hugs and kisses will slow down for a while and the "I hate you" may even come out. I won't be his "best girl" anymore. He has been such a blessing and I just hate to see each stage of it move into the next one. I know this is what is suppose to happen but I really enjoy this kid.
I have been reading the blog of the sis-in-law of a friend of mine. They have been waiting for a baby through adoption. Their sweet son was born last week and they have just brought him home. This has so brought back all of the emotions of that time. You are so happy, grateful, vulnerable, scared, and excited at one time. It is pure adreniline. You cannot believe that you are holding this little one who has already been born in your heart. It is such a dream come true. There is also the little nag in the back of your head that this can't be real and someone will be coming to pick him up. Then there is also the self-doubt that you have to prove yourself fit to parent since this child did not come out of your own body. As if a working uterus somehow gives parenting knowledge. Then there is also the sadness you feel for the birthfamily. Some girl's hormonal heart is breaking. We were lucky enough to have had the opportunity to get to know and love our birthmom. The night we brought our son home, I rocked and cried for her. He was so perfect. I knew she must miss him. I also felt the full responsiblity to do well with this most wonderful gift.
Anyway, I am thankful for my son and I pray for the girl who will someday win his heart. Sometimes you just are blessed. Blessed with a little boy who shoots nerf darts at you because he loves you.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Office Politics and Lost Boys
My bubble is burst. It took a whole month, but I have seen the light. Our office/school is not void of office politics as I once thought it was. I can see where I am being courted by both sides as they are testing the waters to see where I stand. I'm not stupid. This isn't my first rodeo. But I am very happy sitting this one out, thank you very much.
You know men have joked for years about women not being able to get along. They do it as well only we don't seem to enjoy pointing it out nearly as much as they do us. It is such a cliche'. I hate being a cliche'. It's like when they portray Texans we always have cowboy hats and oil wells. I have neither for the record. Or if there is an eye witness to a tornado it's always a toothless person in an undershirt. Sorry, I got off track for a minute.
Anyway, the woman who is "trying to open my eyes" has so much true drama going on in her personal life that I have no idea why she is wasting her time with this junk. Birdie, I don't think this is the "woman who know what is really going on". She's just a busybody. It is just irritating. These are grown professional women. Who needs it!
Back to the real world....I was afraid Friday afternoon that I was witnessing a true nightmare. We were all trying to finish up and call it a day. The doors were locked but I had not turned off my outside cameras yet. A woman was banging on the door saying that her son hadn't come home from school. I let her in and then she went hysterical. He hadn't gotten off of the bus and school had been out for almost an hour. I asked if she had checked with his friends. She said he had no friends. I asked if he was in football, theatre, etc. She said no, nothing except for band. I called the band hall to see if he was there. The director said no and he thought that he had been absent that day. I check attendance and sure enough he had never come to school. The mom and the band director both said that this was a really good kid and this was not like him. Having had a rebellious kid myself, I asked her if they had had a disagreement or anything. First she said no and then she said that his grades were down and they had taken away TV privileges. Anyway, the police were called. His brother had stayed at their house in case he showed up and she kept on the phone with him. They found his backpack and instrument case there. I was really freaking out when the police told her to tell him to check the attic and their shed. You know 13 year old with absolutely no friends and lost privileges.... I was so scared that they would find him there. I asked her if he had a bike and it turned out that the bike was gone. Then they discovered that his horn was missing from the case. To make a long story short, he finally contacted his older brother who was on the way out of town to a high school football game. The woman and the police finally left and I'm left with the thought of a 13 year old friendless boy with a horn under his arm and riding a bicycle away from home. What a lonely picture. I'm sure he will have consequences to pay, but I also hope that someone wakes up to see that he needs help and guidance, too.
I'm going tomorrow to visit my lonely, lost boy......in prison.
Later.
You know men have joked for years about women not being able to get along. They do it as well only we don't seem to enjoy pointing it out nearly as much as they do us. It is such a cliche'. I hate being a cliche'. It's like when they portray Texans we always have cowboy hats and oil wells. I have neither for the record. Or if there is an eye witness to a tornado it's always a toothless person in an undershirt. Sorry, I got off track for a minute.
Anyway, the woman who is "trying to open my eyes" has so much true drama going on in her personal life that I have no idea why she is wasting her time with this junk. Birdie, I don't think this is the "woman who know what is really going on". She's just a busybody. It is just irritating. These are grown professional women. Who needs it!
Back to the real world....I was afraid Friday afternoon that I was witnessing a true nightmare. We were all trying to finish up and call it a day. The doors were locked but I had not turned off my outside cameras yet. A woman was banging on the door saying that her son hadn't come home from school. I let her in and then she went hysterical. He hadn't gotten off of the bus and school had been out for almost an hour. I asked if she had checked with his friends. She said he had no friends. I asked if he was in football, theatre, etc. She said no, nothing except for band. I called the band hall to see if he was there. The director said no and he thought that he had been absent that day. I check attendance and sure enough he had never come to school. The mom and the band director both said that this was a really good kid and this was not like him. Having had a rebellious kid myself, I asked her if they had had a disagreement or anything. First she said no and then she said that his grades were down and they had taken away TV privileges. Anyway, the police were called. His brother had stayed at their house in case he showed up and she kept on the phone with him. They found his backpack and instrument case there. I was really freaking out when the police told her to tell him to check the attic and their shed. You know 13 year old with absolutely no friends and lost privileges.... I was so scared that they would find him there. I asked her if he had a bike and it turned out that the bike was gone. Then they discovered that his horn was missing from the case. To make a long story short, he finally contacted his older brother who was on the way out of town to a high school football game. The woman and the police finally left and I'm left with the thought of a 13 year old friendless boy with a horn under his arm and riding a bicycle away from home. What a lonely picture. I'm sure he will have consequences to pay, but I also hope that someone wakes up to see that he needs help and guidance, too.
I'm going tomorrow to visit my lonely, lost boy......in prison.
Later.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Men and Football
I am really having a hard time feeding this blog. This "work" thing is eating up my time. I can't believe that I have to do it for five days EVERY week. :) The weather is fabulous. I would much rather be outside tooling around and pretending that I had a tractor like Rox....and had the land to warrant it....and knew how to drive it.....maybe I don't want one either. That's beginning to sound like work, too.
Our son's football is taking up a lot of our family time. He has practices twice a week and then games on Saturday. Watching the practice last night gave me lots of things to groove on. I'm watching twelve 10-year olds in full gear being coached by about 6 dads. The kids - they are just excited to put on all of this cool equipment. The dad - this is serious, serious business.
I really think it is so interesting to watch the posturing of men around other men when a sport is the issue. Watch them. They stand there with their manly poses: feet spread apart and their arms crossed like they are Mr. Clean or something. Then there are the serious looks and pulling up the pants. (Some adjusting, but that's a whole other subject.) Put a football in the hand of one of them. All of a sudden they have to pretend that they are throwing passes. You know , they cradle the ball in both hands,the arm goes back with the ball, they have the follow through, they turn and the hand comes down...still with the ball in it. They use this move like a punctuation mark. Either that are they want to look like the young men in the underwear ads of the Sear's catalog. Then there is the part where they all want to coach a little. Somehow every man has some innate theory that they know the RIGHT way to throw, catch, run, etc. If they are so good, why are they not on NFL teams and making extraordinarily big bucks?
The best part is when they play a game with the boys. These men are so excited to prove that they "still have it". Wonder how many of them are soaking a body part the next day.
I have spent almost 11 years with this child teaching him not to hit, push, knock down, steal, or be mean. Now dads are coming behind telling them to do all of these things. They are telling my baby to be an animal and always attack the ball. Knock down everyone out of their way to get to what they want.
Anyway, I just think that men can be really strange characters when it comes to sports. Can't live with.....can't kill them.
Later.
Our son's football is taking up a lot of our family time. He has practices twice a week and then games on Saturday. Watching the practice last night gave me lots of things to groove on. I'm watching twelve 10-year olds in full gear being coached by about 6 dads. The kids - they are just excited to put on all of this cool equipment. The dad - this is serious, serious business.
I really think it is so interesting to watch the posturing of men around other men when a sport is the issue. Watch them. They stand there with their manly poses: feet spread apart and their arms crossed like they are Mr. Clean or something. Then there are the serious looks and pulling up the pants. (Some adjusting, but that's a whole other subject.) Put a football in the hand of one of them. All of a sudden they have to pretend that they are throwing passes. You know , they cradle the ball in both hands,the arm goes back with the ball, they have the follow through, they turn and the hand comes down...still with the ball in it. They use this move like a punctuation mark. Either that are they want to look like the young men in the underwear ads of the Sear's catalog. Then there is the part where they all want to coach a little. Somehow every man has some innate theory that they know the RIGHT way to throw, catch, run, etc. If they are so good, why are they not on NFL teams and making extraordinarily big bucks?
The best part is when they play a game with the boys. These men are so excited to prove that they "still have it". Wonder how many of them are soaking a body part the next day.
I have spent almost 11 years with this child teaching him not to hit, push, knock down, steal, or be mean. Now dads are coming behind telling them to do all of these things. They are telling my baby to be an animal and always attack the ball. Knock down everyone out of their way to get to what they want.
Anyway, I just think that men can be really strange characters when it comes to sports. Can't live with.....can't kill them.
Later.
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