an email

Okay- so here's an interesting little email- between ME and Anna's girl scout leader.  Anna's b-day is Saturday:) And it's my turn to bring in snack- so I was going to bring in cupcakes, for the birthday celebration.  Mind you- I will be bringing in cupcakes for school-- and then on Saturday, for field hockey.  So it goes like so:  [she also mentioned something about siblings--- the leaders kids.

I write:

On Thu, Oct 16, 2008 at  8:53 AM, Cris B. wrote:
hi Cheryl-
I was going to bake cupcakes. 

how many girls are in the troop this year?
how many siblings are we talkin' :) 

She writes: 

Cris,
      We now have 21 or 22 girls, Olivia S. just joined.  Sibling wise we have Christa's 2 boys (possibly), my son (possibly, hopefully not), Lyndsey D., but she should be having snack with her troop, we are walking with the 2nd grade Brownies (Patti's other Troop), I don't know if Kim D. is bringing Tori or not - I am not being very helpful am I?  Could you bake an extra dozen?  I am no baker and do not know how much more work this is.  I do not know exactly how many extra parents are coming yet.

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So-- is this lady on crack?? She thinks I'm going to be baking cupcakes for siblings- some other mom- and her daughter [this lady is not a leader] and then EXTRA parents.  Is she fucking out of her mind?  Does she think this is a Birthday Party- and I'm the caterer???   First off-- the SNACK is a snack- and it's for the Girl Scouts!!! not every other joe-schmo who happens to be in the vicinity.  AND-- NONE of these bloody cows need a cupcake!  

Yeah, maybe I'm bitter.. i don't care.  Store bought cookie cake it is!!!

Before-

A Before shot of what is going to essentially be 'my room'.   As head-designer, I think I'm pretty much aloud to claim a room - eh??  The ugly shelves had to go! I knew what I'd find behind them-- and sure enough: 

The After- I really do like/love this room. I'm working on the next room currently.  Same Sea Salt ceiling colour-  with pewter walls.  It's turning out great!- I'll have photos once it gets some furniture in it.  What's really sad- is I'm able to furnish these rooms, and still live here- comfortably.  Once the kitchen is done- then the beds will come over. Whatever is left here-- being sold! Downsizing sucks- and is liberating all at the same time:/  oh well....

What I really Want

I. WANT. YOU.     Santa????

I succeeded!

Tonight- I had a great conversation with a friend on the phone:)  I really feel like I succeeded:) with turning one little girl - into a girl who likes Hockey!

A 9 year old girl, on my field hockey team, told her mom this:

"I always want to be wing- and I never really want to be half back.  I'm really good at halfback- so now I'm going to concentrate on being THE BEST HALFBACK EVER!"

This MADE my night!  All these kids want to play- offense, offense, offense.  Like Defense is some horror house- no one want to go there.  Granted some are better in D-- some better in offense.  3/4's into the season- you really can start to watch these girls. See where their talents are- where they need work.  I really love love love coaching these girls. It's a lot of fun!!!  We are still undefeated- which is pretty cool.  yeah- a big giant gush to my ego :wink:  but it's cool for them.  They play well together.  They communicate, pass the ball nicely- and starting to dodge- and are over-all having a good time with this.  I'm 'in'.. In for the long haul:)  

My theme song lately-

Ok- so I really am a Jack's Mannequin fan:) And I'm not the oldest one!! [my girlfriend wins that award!] Here's a young guy who: 1. plays the piano and 2. has survived cancer. He's quite the inspiration! he's pretty entertaining in concert and puts on a great show:) and why my crap is typing all F*cked up- is beyond me. i don't have time or the patience to figure you out- Mr. pre-programed blog.

seriously though-

i'll elaborate later--  but seriously- if a goddamn piano is going to fall from the sky and kill me,  

today will be the day! 

between legal crap going on. Not knowing if I'm moving or staying, a major test tomorrow and a ton of grass to cut.

The mower was parked in the dilapidating 150 year old dirt-floor barn- in such a fucked up- hard to move matter.. it's moments such as those when I think:  do men really have brains??? Finally get the damn thing out- after a series of impossible K-turns, to find-- Yeah- of coarse it needs gas-- duh??? naturally.  Get to the very end of the driveway-- [now over a 5 minute or so walk from the barn] to realize- it has a flat tire.  

Tomorrow is our Anniversary.  Larry is leaving for Florida because very sadly his mom has just been given about 1-2 weeks to live. I know just by writing that- it makes shit like the flat-tire mower seem like ice cream sundae--   And I love his mom dearly- and my heart psychically aches for my husband-- But to roll back the clock to 16 years prior- to a woman who cursed our wedding and was totally against it..  This is going to sound like the most obnoxious thing anyone could ever write [other than wishing death on a person] so- I'm not even going to write it.  The point is- I just always want Oct. 3rd to remember as our wedding anniversary- and nothing else. I never want to remember sadness on that day- only happiness.  so let's just keep it at that.

Still doesn't fix the fucking mower and make the grass stop growing.  October has been a real blast so far. Can't wait-- to see how the rest of the month pans out. yippee-fuckingdo. 

blah!--

life just seems  yucky right now.  I hate uncertainty more than anything.  I think uncertainty has to be the worst emotion.  blah to you- Mr. Uncertainty! You suck!