Jumbled Mess of Words

So begins a new day.  I've been up since 5:30 a.m. which is how a typical day starts for me.  The last few weeks have been a test to my faith.  I've had to deal with a lot of happiness and anger.  I feel that there needs to be a big change in my life if I am to succeed in everything that I do.  My son has had a tumultuous year with football and I'm happy that the season is over so that he can concentrate on getting his grades together.

I have to take the GRE again and I'm nervous.  Although I've been studying until the wee hours of the morning, I still feel as if I'm going to fail and I don't need to think like that.  I've been praying and asking that the Lord guide my mind and my hands, but I don't know if he is hearing me.

I'm struggling trying to think of what to write in my novel.  The words are there in my head, but when I try to bring pen to paper, my mind goes blank.  For months I've known where I want my story to go, but the words are not forming like I would like them to.  Where do I go from here?

And today, I'm starting a new position that could make or break me.  I will be working with teenagers on a full time basis and I'm very nervous.  I've had to work with teens daily, but now they will actually be the focal point of my job.  And its not like me to be nervous around children.  Oh, woe is me.  I think it will be okay.  We shall soon see.

Football

So, my sons football team had their first scrimmage Tuesday night. He is playing for his middle school this year instead of for the recreational league. Now, he is about 5'9" and he is only 12. I like to brag on him as I'm sure that other mothers brag on their children.

Anyway, it was about 95 degrees. I think I may have lost about 15 pounds just waiting for them to begin playing. My pants felt like they were glued to my legs. But I love football. I get this weird euphoria from hearing the crunching sound that the equipment makes when it crashes together. It makes the blood in my veins surge fourth through every vessel in my body. And my son loves it too.

He told me that his goal this year is to hit somebody so hard, their helmet comes off. I thought, that's a very vicious ambition but I've never played the sport so who am I to judge.
So, as I listened to the parental conversation around me, I learned that some adults need to keep needless conversation to themselves. I heard one parent exclaim that our team should be good because "we had Male and Manual High Schools recruits". And then one mom said that she was "going to remove her son from the team if they were going to get beat like that."

First of all, youth football is a sport that young men are happy to be a part of. It teaches them teamwork, discipline, and also manners. Young men, as well as parents, should not focus on how many games you win, but the hard work that you put into it.

Second, negativity that parents show towards their son's, in turn makes them have a negative attitude. Telling a child that you will pull him from a team simply because they are not winning will only teach him not to finish anything that he starts. The focus of football is teamwork and following through. If this mother does decide to pull her son from the team, she is allowing him to let his teammates down.

And third, its called youth football for a reason. Adult football is called the NFL. None of these young players have signed a contract, so we as parents should not vocalize our opinions. This game is for the kids.

It think I'm finished running my mouth. I'm looking forward to a great season. Good night.
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Attitudes

I have never met so many people with messed up attitudes in my life. Even when you are nice to them, they want to take offense to every word that comes out of your mouth. I try not to be overly critical of others, but more and more certain things have been brought to my attention.

I was always taught to look a person in their eyes when you talk to them. It is a sign of respect. My husband and I try to instill this trait into our son. He is to always address his elders with yes ma'am and yes sir. But children today seem to think that everything should be handed to them on a silver platter.

I have talked to many children on a daily basis and feel that all of their parents should take a class on training their offspring. They are very rude, they curse at you, and they act as if they own the world. I'm so happy that I was blessed with the child that I have.

The attitude of many individuals often stuns me into silence. I have a friend who is bringing out a book and you would think that people would be happy for her. But you wouldn't be able to tell by the attitudes that have plagued her. I fell excited for her, but I hate the attitudes of those who are most likely jealous. I guess you can't please every one all the time. God bless.
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Big Loser

For people who know me, I've almost always been a big girl. I prefer the word thick, but hey, you can't always get what you want. Anyway, I was looking at a Biggest Loser cookbook at work and thought, hey, I should apply for this since they are casting for season 11. So I go to the website and register for the site. While there, I printed out an application and read the rules. Some of the questions that were asked on the eleven page app were really personal. So my co-workers and I were discussing my uniqueness when we realized that there is an open casting call on Saturday. I have so many things running through my head now such as it must be meant to be. I mean, how often would I think about something like this and then have this show basically fall in my lap? I think I'm going to go. I mean, I should right? What could it hurt? I could stand to lose a few pounds.

Nice Visitors Today

Today the nice students from National College came to visit me.  We talked about spoons.

Another Derby Down

Well, as many of you already know, the Kentucky Derby comes around every year on the first Saturday in May. Yesterday was  that Saturday. I keep telling myself that one of these days I'm going to make it down to Churchill Downs and place a bet. Especially since the past three years I have told my husband which horse was going to win and it actually did.  Which reminds me of a pretty funny story.  It's about the day that little ol' me won money some money on Millionaires Row at the Downs (honestly).  When I was graduating from the University of Louisville, the School of Justice Administration took all of the graduates to Churchill Downs so that we could enjoys a luncheon and a day at the races.  And guess where we ate?  You guessed it, Millionaires Row.  So, when it came time for the races, after my husband told me that no one from our house was gonna gamble, I took a measly two bucks and bet on the horse with the worst odds.  And you guessed it, I won.  So I run around screaming, "I won, I won." And my husband is like, "Won what?"  I was so busted.  I didn't win much, but that's how my lucky streak started (I only won $9.60, but hey, I only started out with two)

Anyway, watching television and seeing all of the celebrities that come into town just for the Derby, it makes me really proud to be a Kentuckian but it also kind of makes me upset that they don't put up such a hooplah at other times of the year for people that actually come from Kentucky.  So many high profiled celebrities have made it big that are actually from Kentucky, but they are very seldom seen on the red carpets of Derby events.  Why is that?  I really want to know.

Moaning Monday

The more that I think about it, the more that I believe that I’m trapped in a life that is not my own. Sometimes, I feel like I’m standing outside of myself, looking at the stupid choices that I’ve made. Have you ever watched a soap opera and you find yourself screaming at the characters in the television like they can actually hear what you are saying to them? That’s how I feel sometimes.

I find myself dreading Monday’s. To me that is the hardest and the most stressful day of my week. I call it Moaning Monday because by the time I leave work, I’m moaning because my head hurts so bad. I know that it may seem wrong, but if I get through Monday, I know that the rest of my week will just fly by.