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Sunday, August 12, 2007

a little bit of this, a little bit of that

Forgive me, bloggers, for I have sinned. It's been 5 days since I last posted.

*snickers*

How's that for a Jewish girl's unholy confession?!

So...some things have happened since the last time I wrote. Friday night was my son's birthday party. I can't recall if I mentioned anything about it but I threw him a dance. He and 24 of his closest friends rocked it out for 4 hours Friday night to 70's music through to today and boy, did they have a blast! I found an AWESOME DJ who really knew how to interact with kids, planned out games for them and showed them a great time! It was a total hit and I'm once again patting myself on the back for a job well done!

All that happiness was short-lived, however, with my son running away from his dad's house today. I will not disclose the circumstances as to why 'cause those of you who've been reading my blog for some time now know that I no longer talk about personal issues with regards to the person who shall not be mentioned here
. It's a long story and should any of you wish to find out the details, feel free to Email me. In the end, my son was found by his dad making his way back here, he's fine and that's all that counts.

In happier news, my son is on the middle school football team at his school! He attended flag football camp last week at which point one of the coaches told everyone that whomever shows up for practice this week is definitely on the football team. My son was selected to be a wide receiver and to say that he's excited, would be an understatement. And I am a very proud former hockey mom soon-to-be football mom!

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Sunday, March 4, 2007

eye of the tiger

I've changed my name. You can now call me Apollo Creed.

I've been absent from blogging 'til now because my son had his first travel hockey tournament of 2007 this weekend. Luckily, we didn't have to travel far as it was held here this month. My son and his team got completely creamed in every game but then again, all the teams they played against were at national level so they did pretty good considering the circumstances.

My son's team has never played so awful together! They were falling all over the place and couldn't pass or block for shit. They were all pretty pissed after their first game and because I thought their coach was doing a shitty job, I pulled them all together before their second game and had a pep talk with them.

I told them that it's about intimidation. To do what they had to to distract the kids on the other team. I told them during face-offs, they should stare the other player down, even snarl or growl at them if they had to to throw them off a bit.

All the while, I had "Eye of the Tiger" playing on my cell phone to get them in the mood. They were totally into it.

I kept telling them "Eye of the Tiger" and then I'd growl at them and they'd growl back. I had them pumped.

I talked to them about being more aggressive and going after the puck instead of waiting it for them to come to them. I told them a bunch of other shit too, but I don't want this post to be too long!

What I really wanted to tell them was "When in doubt, punch 'em out." because afterall, the best part of hockey is when they drop their gloves and start scrappin'! Of course, I can't encourage kids 10 years and younger to fight. Well, I could but that wouldn't be right.

After their second game started, we renamed our team "The Bad News Bears". As they were stepping onto the rink for the game, first the goalie fell down and all the other kids proceeded to fall on top of him! It was rather comical and us parents couldn't help from laughing at them!

They may not have won anything but I saw some serious growling going on the rink! We nicknamed the smallest kid on the team "The Chihuahua" because he looked like a rabid dog with all the growling he was doing. Unfortunately, my tactics didn't seem to phase the other teams. Frankly, I thought the other teams took the game too seriously. I've always thought of the games as having fun but the other teams they played against each had 4 coaches screaming at them to win. To me, I think that's poor sportsmanship unless you're on a professional team and you're getting paid to beat your opponents' asses. Even the parents of the opposing teams were wearing team T-shirts! It's great to support your team but I think that was a bit over the top. It's a freakin' kids league, people!!

Last night we were all in bed and asleep by 7:30pm! Tonight may be another early night as my son's team had a 6am game and I had to wake them at 4:30! Of course with my wonderful sleep habits, I was up before 3!

I'm going to wind down with my kids now who I think are already napping! Hope y'all had a good weekend!

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

no ringy dingy

If you read the post prior to this one, you know that my daughter was beyond contagious today and had to stay home from school.

We were playing Mancala when she didn't like a particular maneuver I made, took my cell phone and jokingly said she was gonna' use it. Luckily for me, I always keep the keypad locked or she probably would have already made contact with others from another galaxy.

I told her if she could figure out how to unlock it, she could call whomever, wherever she wanted. Even Africa, I told her.

"I got it unlocked!" she suddenly exclaimed.

Crap.

She starts punching in random numbers. I told her she had to "send" the call to make it work. She looked at me..."You're not gonna' tell me how to do that, are you?".

Ding! Ding! Ding! Bob, show the cute little girl with the gunky brown eyes what's she's won!

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