Wordless Wednesday

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Cold. C-O-L-D! Bitter Blast!

Okay so really? Who turned on the a/c to full blast outside? It is freezing today. With freak snow showers one minute, the next sunshine. \(--)/ Currently 29 but sure as heck feels colder than that.

I have not a want in the world to go back out today. After trip to get taxes done, trip to grocery store, and lunch with DH. I am good, or at least you would think. But I have to go pick up son and then take the boy out for his Tuesday nite activities. Ugh! So that is at least 3 more trips out into the cold.

Also I think I made a HUGH mistake spraying the oven cleaner in the house. I am dieing with the smell, and I sure as double hockey sticks not opening the door. I am FREEZING already.

But I am tired of not being able to use the oven. But using in present condition sets off every bells & whistles in the joint. (Remind me to thank who ever got whatever all over the inside. *sigh*) I was almost half tempted to throw the whole thing out and go buy a new stove/oven. I want one with a self-cleaning oven. *shrug* But not sure how well they really work. All I know is I am still way to ill and have a hard enough time getting from point A to B. Without trying to bend over and stick half my body in the oven to clean it out. Maybe just turning on the gas while in there is a better idea. LOL.

I should be doing lots of things right now. But I sit. Really all I do anymore if I can. Again .. SON .. he certainly keeps me hopping. Even though the Dr's really recommend I stay my bum in and rest. What can I do? Hopefully DH will get this new shift he applied for at work, or change jobs/careers soon. He id file under emergency family illness. All my Dr.'s wrote letters on his behalf stating it would be in the best interest of the household if he could take a day shift so he can take of minor child as mother is not able to, and really needs to be hospitalized. So we will see.

I am almost finished with a baby afghan I am making for my sisters upcoming shower. Ah! Yes! Miss I do not hold a job, can not keep my legs shut, I got to keep popping out babies in hopes their daddy will leave his wife has struck again. Baby #3 is fast approaching. I said least it was another girl and she already has plenty of baby & girl things. Ha! She keeps nadda. Has nadda. *rolling eyes*

Next topic that one drives me insane and I start mouthing off. Actually I am going to stop here. I am coughing like crazy from the fumes from oven cleaner so guess I am going to have to air house out.

Later ...



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MIA

Without Internet at home I really have been lacking on the posting of the blog. Which I miss. :(

I never really blogged for others, but to keep update and remember the who's, whats, whens of our busy household life. Now I am missing great chunks of life. Though I guess winter months there isn't a lot of things cookin at the Baseball Clubhouse. (LOL) When I do make it to Internet access. I have let Farmville on Facebook consume all my time. Guess there is worse things to be addicted to. (LOL)

So I am going to try to at least catch up then post at least once a week.

Mini catch up would be ..

Health - not improved. Couple more surgeries, MIA surgeon

Catcher Dude - High School, training harder than ever, 48 more days until HS baseball tryouts, almost completed TKD training.

Catcher Dude Dad - Still working long hours, completed school, looking for new job, still PITA

Until I can compose my total thoughts and in the great words of Porky Pig ..

"The Th Th That's All Folks!"



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Molina

The Catcher that can do no wrong in Catcherdudes eyes.

What a shame he just doesn't like talking to the fans. There are so many kids that would love to learn some words of wisdom from him.



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Hazing in High School - Part 2

So to continue where we left off from first post (See Part 1)

It ended up that another parent sent an anonymous letter to the Assistant Superintendent that Wednesday night. So it was removed from my hands and I ended up not having to do anything.

The freshman boys missed most of all their morning classes Thursday as they were all being shipped from one office to another. They all had to write statements stating what happen during spirit week. There were many who tried to refuse to write statements, but that really didn't work out for them.

The Assistant Principal, Sports Director, and Cross Country Coaches ended up kicking 9 kids off the cross country team. 5 kids were suspended. 2 removed from NHS. 1 senior lost his cross country scholarship.

When they were finish cleaning house their top 7 was gone. Plus other top runners. So there was not much left in competition for the team.

Even though I kept my mouth shut and stayed out of it the blame ended up on CD. Funny you would think they would have smarts NOT to then run their mouths of facebook. *rolling eyes* I am beginning to believe Seniors have no better sense than freshman class. :)

They were convinced he ratted them all out. But I tell ya what if I was sending out emails it would not be "anonymous" nor would I have skipped every Administrator at the school.

Cross country is now over. The boys are back in school. Everything seems to have blown over. Guess this just better be lesson learned for the boys from here on out. Fun is fun. But use Common Sense.


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Seriously! Hazing in High School.

I am just so mad this morning I can seriously not see straight. My head is actually in a cloud. I am so torn as to what to do. My head and heart are at war.

Last week was Spirit week at school. There was as much "unapproved" activies as there was approved. I was not happy about this at all. I kept quiet at the request of Catcherdude. But I really had a safety issue for several of the kids. But so not to upset, embarrass, what ever, I kept mums. Yeah! Famous last words there.

Now I can not say what was or was not going on with the other teams and organizations but the XC team crossed many lines, and trust me it was NOT a finish line!! The upperclassman's famous form of "prank" was to give wedgies. But worse than that to pull to ripe them off the student. To quote them, "Ripe um". There was one student they riped his off everyday. But this was just "harmless" fun. So I was told. But then as the week progressed there were students being hurt. They picked one off the ground trying to get his to ripe off. When they finally gave way they "accidentally" dropped the kid. Causing bloody knees and elbows. He was not even able to compete in their meet Friday. But never said a word about what was happening. Coaches are not around when they are jogging to and from park and in locker room. There was not one kid who would come forward. The mom of the hurt child really wanted to go to school. But her son talked her out of it.

Just as mine all week told me to leave it be.

Blue paint in hair .. leave it be mom. Only one week.

Marker down sleeve of hoodie. Leave it be mom.

There were several attempts on "riping" son. But his TKD paid off. They walked away saying he was to much of a fighter. Still it just sat in the pit of my stomach. But we got through the week.

or so we thought ......

Yesterday they were coming in the locker room from practice and 9 of them jumped Catcherdude. They finally got him knocked to the ground. But in process they managed to hurt him. He actually got hurt worse than those last week. He certainly will not be competing this week. I lost all cool .. he was a mess when I met up with him later. Which was another thing he never mentioned to me what happened when I spoke to his several times after practice. Only when I walked into the PUBLIC LIBRARY to drop off a flash drive to him did I see what happen. Where was any adults? Where was all this security this school employees? So my first response was to go back to the school as find an admin. But they all go home at 3:30.

Catcherdude will not give up the names. This is assault. Period. But again not wanting to make waves. Will not say a word. As we are bandaging his bloody mess of an arm this morning still beg, borrow, and pleading that I do not say or do.

This just does not seem "normal" a look the other way type of issue. But like I started, my head and heart are at war. *sigh*




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