The 10 Minute Rule

The other day at work I sent a rather brusque email in response to a rather annoying email that I received from a co-worker. Normally, I write those types of emails and I have this 10 minute rule where I wait and go through and edit the entire response before sending it out. My edits are usually nothing like the original harsh words that I type out in a burst of frustration. However, the other day I hastily typed out my response, proof read it and then sent it off. I didn't wait the ten minutes. And I didn't care. I was expecting some kind of retribution for my blunt reply, but nothing happened.

Okay, not nothing. She did go bitch to another co-worker about me, but that's nothing new. In fact, I enjoy hearing about how awful I am to her. And I do hear about it, because HELLO, the other co-workers like me and tell me all the horrible things she says. I was half expecting that she would forward the email to my boss, but I haven't heard any rumors about her receiving such an email. Hmmm. This was much more satisfying than I could have imagined. Or this is the calm before the storm. I suppose I will have to wait it out and see. But, now I get the feeling this is old news.

I Don't Know What I'm Suppose To Do

Lass tagged me the other day for a meme. And it's not an easy one. In fact there aren't any directions on what exactly you're suppose to post, I'm assuming it's just 8 things about me. And of course, Lass went into great detail, which puts a lot of pressure on me to post something really good, but I'm afraid that might not happen so...here we go. Here are 8 random things about me.

1. I secretly hope that when my kids get older they'll want to live with me full time. I'm pretty certain it's not going to happen that way, but I still hope for it. I know it's not right to wish that, but I really don't want to share them anymore.

2. The other week I overheard Darby tell her friend, "I'm lucky I have a pretty mom." She wasn't saying it to be rude to the other girl's mom, she was just making a statement and it made me happy. She often makes statements that are favorable towards me and I like it!

3. Every day I come into work and see my co-worker, I thank God I quit smoking. It is so true what they say, that cigarettes age you. Seriously, take my word on it. You do not want to be 60 years old and look like the un-dead.

4. I quit smoking but sometimes, when Brian and I fight I have a cigarette. There is nothing better than a good cry and a cigarette. I haven't had a cigarette for a long time.

5. I attribute any major fights we've had in past to postpartum depression. I read some old posts the other week and I was crazy. Not that I don't get a little crazy now, but it used to be much worse. I don't know if Brian agrees.

6. I was adopted so there's no way of telling what I'll look like when I'm older. I'm glad for that.

7. It sort of sucks when the doctor asks for medical history, but what are you going to do?

8. And my last item...Okay, this isn't about me, but I thought it was funny. I made everyone, except Jordan, he wasn't in the room at the time, but everyone else tell me what they liked best about my new car. Brian said the sun roof, Riley said the shape of the car, and Darby? Darby said the cup holders in the back seat. Whatever!

What A Splendid Idea

I was going to post something last Friday, however I decided to take the day off. Darby asked me Friday morning why I was taking the day off and I told her I just decided to this morning. Her response? "You just decided to? Well, that must be nice." Uh, hello. Like they don't have a days off all the time.

The reason I decided to stay home? Well, the night before I let Darby go with her friend to a downtown event. They were going to drop her off at afterwards. At about 9 I received a phone call. Can Darby spend the night? It was completely sprung on me and I pondered all the reasons she couldn't stay the night. I didn't really have a good one for saying no. So, I said yes. Then about 1 am I woke up with all sorts of reasons why she couldn't spend the night. What is wrong with me? Why did I say yes? I should have had her come home.

Then I started thinking about how we were planning to go to the mountains Friday evening after work. And how I had nothing ready. I didn't have any groceries. I didn't have a single item packed. I didn't even have all my Father's Day gifts bought. What in the world was I going to do? And now I can't sleep because I'm stressing about all this stuff I need to get done! That's when my solution came to me. I was going to take Friday off and get all my stuff done and have Darby dropped off at home. I won't have to worry that she doesn't have a lunch packed or clean clothes or that I have nothing ready for our mountain trip. And I fell soundly to sleep. All my troubles gone.

The Giants

Well sports fan. Are you ready for an exciting recount of my 10 year old's little league tournament week? I know you are. Let's start with a little background information. Riley's team was third to last in their league. The only two teams that were doing worse were the Dodgers and the Royals. And actually, they were tied with the Dodgers most of the season. I think the Giants were one win ahead of the Dodgers by the end. The Giants record was 11 losses, 2 wins and 1 tie. Not a great season.

Then came last week. Their last game was on Monday. They played a great game. Unfortunately for them, the other team had the BIGGEST whiner for a coach who got all pissy and stupid about every little thing. Plus, the ump, who volunteers, was not that great. They lost by 1 point. 1 point. That's it. They probably wouldn't have, had the calls been better, but whatever. The Giants, unlike the Diamondbacks, are very good sports.

Tuesday was the first day of the tournament games. It was double elimination. I was some what skeptical they would have more than two games. I know it's not nice, but in all reality, I didn't believe they would last more than the two games it would take to get eliminated. I'm sorry! I'm a horrible mom for thinking such thoughts. But...

Tuesday they played the Astros. And won! It was so exciting. The score was 18-9. At one point it was 18-3. We were all holding our breath because our little Giants have been know to lose when they were ahead by a lot of points. They didn't though. It was a great game.

Wednesday they play the Reds. They won 7-1. I didn't get to see that game because Darby had softball. I guess the Reds decided to call it quits by the end.

Thursday was the tough one. They were up against the Cubs who had a really good season. The Cubs were in third place. The poor Giants lost by 10 points and had to play another game right afterwards. It turned out they were up against the Reds again. I was really nervous. I was late for the first game and I guess the coach was really hard on the kids and the parents were upset and the kids weren't in the best spirits. It showed at the beginning of the next game. I left early because it was getting late and I hadn't been home all week long. When I left the score was 5-3. We weren't winning.

I guess I missed a really dramatic game. I'm a little bit sorry and little bit glad I did. I can't take the stress very well when it comes to Riley's games. From what I hear the Giants were losing something like 10-3 and it was pretty close to the final inning. We had the best pitcher on our team pitching and the ump was calling them all balls. Riley told me he threw a perfect pitch, Riley didn't even have to move his glove. It went straight into his mitt and the the ump, who is a paid ump, called it a ball. So the pitcher just starts lobbing the ball over the plate because he was tired and fed up with the calls. Then the ump started calling those strikes and yelled out to the pitcher, "finally your throwing some strikes!" Which made the pitcher start to cry. Which didn't sit well with the mom or the coach.

The coach ran onto the field screaming and yelling and swearing. He was thrown out of the game. The Giants ended up winning by 5 points. They were moving on to Friday night's game. I couldn't believe it. My theory was that they were sick and tired of being picked on. They lost their coach, the ump made the pitcher cry, they had enough.

Friday they played the Cubs again because the Cubs were undefeated in the tournament rounds. If the Giants won this game they would play the Cubs again and whomever won that game would play the game for the championship and the trophy. There are two leagues in the minors division, the American League and the National League. The Giants made it to the second spot on the National League. They lost to the Cubs that Friday, but I am so proud of them. They went farther than the top teams in the minor division. I couldn't believe it. I still don't know how they managed it. They just had a lot of heart left in them.

I'm especially proud of my little Riley. This was his first year playing when most kids have been playing since T-ball. He did awesome. He played catcher, which is one of the most stressful positions on a little league team. And he played it wonderfully. He was almost always put in as first batter because he rarely missed a hit. He did so great. I hope he continues to love it.

I have a couple of things to post, but I'm just so darn busy I haven't been able to get to it yet. Hope you have a great weekend!

I think it's now official. Stripping the bark off of a tree is creepy and weird and so very wrong. Brian and I weren't alone in thinking so. Thank God!

So, on my way home Friday afternoon my car started acting funny. It still drove but not very well. I made it home. We don't know what is wrong with it yet, but Brian decided to go ahead and just get me a new car. I went and picked one out and that was that. It took only two, maybe three, hours. I'm the best car shopper ever. The truth is I've been car shopping for some time now. Deciding what exactly I want when the time comes. I thought I had a whole year left before I would actually be purchasing anything new. (By new, I mean new to me.) Lucky for me my car broke down. Ha, ha. Just kidding. It is kind of lucky, but not really. Anyway, I was able to purchase a new car sooner than expected and the dealer we went to just happened to have the exact car I wanted. So there you have it. I am now the new owner of a 2005, 2 door, blue, Honda Accord. And it is pretty. I'm so happy.

In sports news, Riley has his last game tonight. He has been having so much fun, but his team hasn't won very many games. Right now they are 3rd to last. I feel so bad for them. The kids on the team don't seem to be bothered by this, but boy their coach is. It's already starting to become competitive at this age (9-10 year old) and their coach is on the board which I think adds more pressure. We'll see how they do tonight. I hope they do well. Please!!!

Darby and Jordan were lucky not to have the stress of competition. They were able to play soccer and t-ball and just have fun without the pressure. Darby was a little stressed, but it was self inflicted and her team did pretty well. So did Jordan's, but I don't know how well. The T-ball group doesn't even have the stats on the website. Oh well, Riley really likes it and he's doing amazingly well for this being his first season. I'm proud of him even though they most likely won't win the trophy. There's always next year.

Here's a couple of pictures of them playing.

I thought this picture was funny. Not very good, but funny. He didn't know I had the camera.

Jordan is the one up to bat. Just in case you thought I would post a picture of his back. :)

I tried to find one of Darby by herself, but soccer doesn't allow for those types of photos. Unfortunately there were a bunch of blondies on her team, so that didn't help either. She's the one with the single pony tail.