Little League Politics

Little League. That bastion of Americana. What could be more idyllic than watching kids suit up and take the field for America's favorite pastime? Yeah - right. See - my daughter is an awesome player. Always has been. She's a natural, and can play pretty much any position on the field. And she's a fairly good sport. She's not pals with any of her teammates, but she's always encouraging to all of them. She's made the All Star team every year she's been eligible. So, when my daughter gets benched for half of every game so some spiteful little bitch, who refuses to play any position on the field except for the one she wants (which, naturally, is also my daughter's normal position), I get a little irate. And, when the majority of the infield is made up of the coach's team, and our team is benched and/or outfield, I get downright pissed. So - I may have asked the coach if my daughter should even bother showing up for tonight's game. 👿 I'm just so tired of Daddy Ball. I've been dealing with it for 9 years. They all praise my daughter, tell me how awesome she is, they all want her on their team . . . until it's time for the glory. Then my kid is shuffled to the background, while their children, or their children's friends, get all the prime positions, in hopes the local paper will give them a mention. It should be noted, however, that the paper still mentioned my daughter and her 'relegated to the bench for half the game' teammate, who both tripled on their first at-bat. Both girls also got the most home runs during regular season. So, I have given my daughter permission to get mouthy. Pretty sure it won't be tolerated from her. We'll see what happens at tonight's game.

Someone's favorite

Have you ever just wanted to be someone's favorite, and realized that you never ever will be? I have a favorite teacher. To me, I idolize her. I had the most fun in her class. She taught me so much. Her favorite? One of my best friends. The one who travels the world, reporting on the travesties. The things we should all care about. I love my husband. His perfect woman? His high school sweetheart. He has a "connection" with her. He can feel when she needs a friend. And that's all he is. Promise. My children are my everything. But I'm not the "cool" mom. I want to know where they are, where they'll be, what's going on. They hate me and wish I would leave them alone.

I guess I'm just not a blogger at heart

You know, when this whole thing first came out, I thought, "Hey - I can do that!" And I did, for awhile. Then I stopped, for awhile. Then I started again. And on it went.

I guess that's what happens with everything for me. Shoot, I even have a Facebook account. When I first got on, I was posting on everything. Now, I just go to play Bejeweled. I use Status Shuffle to find things to put in my status, because I can't come up with anything that won't sound lame.

As you can tell, I haven't posted anything on my blog in ages. And I probably won't for ages after this. It's not that I don't want to. It's just . . . I don't really have much to say. Well, that's not true. I have things to say - but that old adage, "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all" keeps popping in my head. And most of the things I want to say could be construed as hurtful.

Truthfully, I don't want to be hurtful. I want to be fun and upbeat. I want to be that person people say, "She's so fun to be around/read/socialize with," etc. Sadly, my venom tends to leak out when I least expect it. I've never been able to hide my emotions. And if I'm angry, I will write angry, and that's not the person I want to be.

So, I'll just stay quiet until I have something good to say.

Just don't hold your breath until then . . .

Brian Cox Teaches Hamlet

Yeah - I know I haven't had a proper post in ages. I'll get to it eventually. Until then - you've got to see this. It's entirely TOO CUTE!!!

Thanks to Kung Fu Monkey for the link!

Spiders on Drugs

Last Work Day of the Year

Yay! Today is my final work day of the year. I've decided to take New Year's Eve off and get the house in order for the ringing in of the New Year!

Just a short post to wish everyone a happy and safe New Year, if I don't get online tomorrow.

Discussion - Worst Christmas Present EVER

As I was getting ready for work this morning, Hubby and I were watching the news. Their discussion topic today was What was the Worst Present You've Ever Received?

For me - it was easy to remember. Hubby and I were still dating, and we had Christmas at my mother's house. At the time, her boyfriend/roommate/whatever the hell he was had his daughter and her boyfriend, and their two kids over as well. Kim and I were friends when we were in high school, but never really close. You know those people you hang around with because fate threw you together? It's not necessarily because you would choose them as a friend, but there's really nothing wrong with them. Well, Kim was that kind of friend. Her dad was dating my mom, and we were close to the same age - so we kind of hung out. We're nothing alike in any facet of our lives. Basically - she was the pretty blond, and I was the smart brunette.

My mom - God love her. While growing up, she never made any secret that she wanted a blond haired blue eyed child. She even told me that if she'd had her wish - I'd look different because I'd have a different daddy. Nothing like giving your only child a HUGE complex about her looks, right?

Anyway - we're opening presents. It's all good. Kim gets her present from my mom. It was a beautiful, satiny emerald bathrobe. Mom just went on and on about how she saw this robe, and just fell in love with it. It was so pretty and sexy, and she thought the color would look great on Kim. Now, it's my turn to open my present from my mom. It was a robe, as well. A granny robe. Pink and white quilted material, floor length, and a tie in the middle. Mom's like, "I hope you like it!" I put on my best smile and thanked her, but I was absolutely SEETHING inside. Kim got the pretty, sexy robe because she's blond, and I got the granny robe, because I'm just the ugly dark kid.

Have you guys seen that commercial where the guy asks the two little girls if they want a pony, and he gives the dark haired girl a toy pony, and the pretty little blond girl the real pony? Yeah, it's like that.

Hubby still gets the giggles about it. He thought it was funny. However, he also made me feel better by telling me that I was much prettier than Kim (I'm not, but it made me feel much better). In fact, the picture of me in the robe on that Christmas evening hangs in our hallway. It makes me remember two things - 1) Always make your kids feel beautiful just the way they are; and 2) When getting similar gifts for the two girls, never make them so different that one feels slighted.

So - what was your worst Christmas gift ever?