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The building permits will finally be ready for pick up tomorrow. Yay! After three weeks of cold kitchen and a heating oil bill almost $600 for the month, it's about damn time.
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I think basketball parents are just as bad as little league parents - or the group of parents for our daughter's team are anyway. It's the Moms, not the Dads, by the way. Long story short, my Hubby volunteered to coach the team, having no prior experience with girl's basketball. He originally planned to be an assistant coach for that reason but because they didn't have enough volunteers to be head coaches, my Hubby stepped up. He even took time off from work to attend the safety/rules course that was a prerequisite.
So what does he get for his effort? A bunch of complaining mothers who (a) obviously know a lot about the game and who have plenty to say about what a lousy coach they think my husband is, and (b) even though they do know a lot about the game, not one of them offered to coach or assist at the beginning of the season. Nor have they volunteered to run the clock or keep the score book.
I had to sit next to a couple of them yesterday. I think they even knew who I am. I keep my mouth shut for the most part because I don't the rules of the game that well , but when the one mother said "He should just go back to practicing law", it was all I could take. I said "Maybe it would be best if I leave now", to which one of the other Moms said, "Maybe you should."
I can't even tell you how it hurts to hear this shit, and I know I need to get a thicker skin. My Husband takes it in stride. I wish I could. And I don't understand it. I don't know if it's a racial thing, or a woman/man thing or a just - or a "Our daughters are stars and you should let them shine thing". Whatever. I won't admit to them how it hurts to hear this but it's really soured me to this whole experience. And by the way, despite my Husband's inexperience as a coach, the girls have an undefeated record so far.
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One last thing... I've become addicted to something more insidious than cocaine, heroine or meth. It's called American Idol.
While waiting for House MD (in vain) and Bones, I've gotten caught up in the trainwreck that is the American Idol audition episodes. I may actually watch the show this year beyond the trainwreck because of Taylor Hicks, prematurely silver-haired 29 year old Blues singer from Birmingham, Alabama. I've now listened to a few of his songs online, and think this guy is just great!
So, according to the persnickety Simon, he's not "commercial", but I think Simon's wrong. Taylor Hicks is rumored to have made it to the top 24, so that's good for him, even if he doesn't win the thing, this is a guy worth following, in my humble opinion.
There are a couple other good singers I've seen so far as well, but Taylor Hicks is one I like best so far.
Other than that, same old - same old. I'm still aggravated about the bitchy basketball Moms. I'm not sure I'm going to get over it.
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I think basketball parents are just as bad as little league parents - or the group of parents for our daughter's team are anyway. It's the Moms, not the Dads, by the way. Long story short, my Hubby volunteered to coach the team, having no prior experience with girl's basketball. He originally planned to be an assistant coach for that reason but because they didn't have enough volunteers to be head coaches, my Hubby stepped up. He even took time off from work to attend the safety/rules course that was a prerequisite.
So what does he get for his effort? A bunch of complaining mothers who (a) obviously know a lot about the game and who have plenty to say about what a lousy coach they think my husband is, and (b) even though they do know a lot about the game, not one of them offered to coach or assist at the beginning of the season. Nor have they volunteered to run the clock or keep the score book.
I had to sit next to a couple of them yesterday. I think they even knew who I am. I keep my mouth shut for the most part because I don't the rules of the game that well , but when the one mother said "He should just go back to practicing law", it was all I could take. I said "Maybe it would be best if I leave now", to which one of the other Moms said, "Maybe you should."
I can't even tell you how it hurts to hear this shit, and I know I need to get a thicker skin. My Husband takes it in stride. I wish I could. And I don't understand it. I don't know if it's a racial thing, or a woman/man thing or a just - or a "Our daughters are stars and you should let them shine thing". Whatever. I won't admit to them how it hurts to hear this but it's really soured me to this whole experience. And by the way, despite my Husband's inexperience as a coach, the girls have an undefeated record so far.
~*~*~
One last thing... I've become addicted to something more insidious than cocaine, heroine or meth. It's called American Idol.
While waiting for House MD (in vain) and Bones, I've gotten caught up in the trainwreck that is the American Idol audition episodes. I may actually watch the show this year beyond the trainwreck because of Taylor Hicks, prematurely silver-haired 29 year old Blues singer from Birmingham, Alabama. I've now listened to a few of his songs online, and think this guy is just great!
So, according to the persnickety Simon, he's not "commercial", but I think Simon's wrong. Taylor Hicks is rumored to have made it to the top 24, so that's good for him, even if he doesn't win the thing, this is a guy worth following, in my humble opinion.
There are a couple other good singers I've seen so far as well, but Taylor Hicks is one I like best so far.
Other than that, same old - same old. I'm still aggravated about the bitchy basketball Moms. I'm not sure I'm going to get over it.