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Okay, so I’m not exactly going to talk about work, but I AM going to talk about the damn work softball team. There’s only one person (that I know of) at work who reads this, and 1) She loves me (right?) and 2) She’s not on the team.

So – you know how “There’s no crying in baseball?” Well, I’m an idiot, and there is. ‘Cause – well – you know, I’m in first grade and I was apparently picked last for kickball.

I’m not making any sense.

Last year was the first year we played. I started it, ’cause I thought it would be fun, but a couple people just kind of took over. I let them, because hey – I got to play, it was fun, and they knew what they were doing. Last year our team sucked. The big one. We lost every.single.game. It was very sad. This year we lost about 1/2 our team due to employee turnover. Apparently our head honchos, who are also on the team, know how to schmooze and started recruiting. We just had practice last night, and we have a very very good team.

So after the practice we all came to the middle to discuss placement, since it was the first time together. Much discussion back and forth. Oh this person should definitely go here, and here, no this one would be better here, etc. Then they assigned. Everybody. They went in the order we were standing there, and skipped me. Then they came back to me, and very dismissively said, “Oh, you can be in the batting lineup, and maybe you can play if someone gets hurt.” I nodded. ‘Cause what am I gonna do? Argue? When the talent was fairly obvious?

I cried all the way home.

WWWDW

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Tomorrow is Wednesday… That means it’s What Would We Do Wednesdays! The problem is this – we don’t have any questions in the hopper, so we need your help.

How is works? You send in a question, comment, headline, or topic, and my husband and I will give you a he said/she said answer. We’ll both give our versions, without reading each other, on each of our blogs.

This serves two purposes. The not so selfish one – you get two opinions, possibly the same, possibly not. The selfish one – it sparks conversations between Poe and I.

So send in your questions or whatever… It doesn’t work unless you play!

My First Crush

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My very first crush doesn’t really count. We were five and in kindergarten… Chad. Huge crush… but I hadn’t yet lost my confidence as I did later, so I solved that little problem. I could run faster – therefore, I ran tackled him, straddled him, and kissed him on the cheek… You’d think it was acid since, you know, “Eeeeewwwwwwwww Cooooooooties!” The irony is, he later became my first “real” boyfriend in 10th grade.

But my first crush in which I agonized was also in Kindergarten. Timothy. This was after I lost my confidence. Yes, in kindergarten – horrible embarrassing incident and the topic of a different post. Anyway, timothy had beautiful brown hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He was also Yoda. As in Star Wars. We played at recess. A girl named Kristin (the hussy) and I took turns in being Princess Leia, Timothy was Yoda, and Brent and Chad took turns being Luke. Lots of “You’re my hero” and lines from the movie (which I hadn’t seen, by the way). He never knew I existed. I eventually went to high school with him, but I don’t think he even knew that we were in elementary school together. He eventually became a wrestler and football player. I always had that little place in my heart for him.

Tell it to Me Tuesday

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The weekend…

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Ok, so a couple of random things that are on my mind and I’d like them out please.

*So – I think Joseph really benefitted from his Special Ed in summer school. Because, he finished kindergarten reading at a PRE-K level. However, he’s been shouting out words when he sees them – and he’s correct. Before, he wouldn’t even try. Maybe we passed a hump?

*I realized that I maybe sound either pompous or like an idiot talking about my housecleaner out one side of the mouth, and then money woes out the other. The truth is, I only hire housecleaners when my in-laws are going to be in the house. I figure if professionals do it, and it’s still not good enough, I’ve officially done all I can do. And I get a clean house out of the deal. The rest of the time, our guests get my frugal haphazard cleaning. But it’s okay, because they’re happy just to spend time with their friend, which is the whole point you know?

*DISCLAIMER: Honey, I love you. I do. Spending time with you is time excellently spent. That being said… My kids are going to Big Bear with the in-laws Poe thinks he’s going to tag along so he can see his aunt he hasn’t seen in years. I’m not going, because, well… those in the know know. Do you know what this means?

Do you??

The house. All of it. To myself. I can have it be quiet. Silent. Solitude. This is a freakin’ dream. It doesn’t happen often, and I love my family, but just the rarity of it makes it a treat. Because it comes right before the next random thing.

*School starts next week. I’m about to jump feetfirst straight into a land of principals (again), occupational therapists, and stepford wives. Oh and they haven’t sent the packet as promised, so I have no idea who my son’s teacher is, nor the room he needs to go to on the first day, nor whether he’s early bird or late bird. That last one’s fine, since they’re all early birds for the first two weeks, but I’d sure love to know where the hell to go on the first day.

*Go me! I think I have all the school supplies. Except for a couple that are teacher specific. That I can’t get. See above.

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