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.

Wondering

Do you ever find yourself pausing and not knowing the reason why? Have you ever been in the middle of a conversation with someone when you are suddenly at a loss for words? Have you ever wanted to say something to someone and not quite know the right words to say? I find this happening to me more and more these past couple of months. Sometimes the words are right on the tip of my tongue and when it is time to utter the syllables, I lose my nerve or I just don’t have the balls.

Any person that has had to have a conversation with other individuals has been in this situation before. Even people who speak publically for a living have found themselves with cotton-mouth when the right words just wouldn’t come out. I have met a lot of people in my life who seem to have diarrhea of the mouth. These are the individuals who just don’t know how to shut their traps. But have you ever taken the time to listen to what they have to say? Although they may be extremely annoying, they know exactly what type of words to say to get their point across.

I’ve been writing more and more lately, trying to see what type of vocabulary I spew out and I find myself using words that I wouldn’t otherwise use in everyday conversations with my friends and family. I think this is because I grew up in a neighborhood that didn’t emphasize the importance of having a wide range of vocabulary. It was more important to know what “stamps” were than actual currency. If you focused too much on pronunciation instead of being correct ebonically, then you were thought of as being to white and not black enough.

These words also become jumbled up in my head. Sometimes, there is so much that I want to say, but when it becomes time to say it, the words just won’t come out. Like right now, I want to be able to express myself my vocally, but that takes time, patience, and practice. I’m not sure that I have much of that. With words, I feel like a small child who has just discovered the things that her tiny hands can do. I want to feel every word that there is. I want my mind to fill with all of the colorful, magnificent, and magically words that encompass the world. I think that I will check out a dictionary from the library and try to remember all the words in it. I think I have just discovered something that will change my life completely. Wish me luck.