Something happened yesterday that I was prepared for today. I was ready for what might happen. I was angry but decided I'd be civil. People can't help it that they're idiots. Look at Charlie Sheen. Well, it never came about. What a let down. Not so mad now and that's probably a good thing. It might happen later but I'm over it. I still know what I'll say though.
I believe I have a 7th grade coach for prep baseball. That's a good thing. It was coming down to me holding practices while the other helpers worked the ball diamonds and concession stands. It could have been done before the pool opened. I would've worried about the traveling part of it later.
They need one for 8th grade prep too. Two fellas will do it if they have to. They may have to. Sorry guys.
I still need four coaches for soccer. Sometimes if I cry that works but not always. I think they're on to me. I did receive a form today that the deadline was Feb. 25. Sigh. It's a good thing I haven't ordered shirts yet.
It snowed again overnight and into mid-morning. The weatherman keeps smiling and saying, "Warmer temperatures are coming!". I'd like to slap him. Everyday my hopes of not wearing a coat are dashed and splattered on the wall. It's pretty messy too. The flowers out front are confused. They're up about 3-4 inches, daffodil, tulips and hyacinths, all sprinkled with snow. They must listen to the same channel I do.
I was leaving to fill up my truck and go shopping when Mr. Know-It-All was pulling into the lot. Dodged that one but I did phone Clayton for a heads up. Matt said it got a little tense but they handled it. Apparently they should be millionaires by now as Mr. Know-It-All was by their age. That's why I would drive a crappy creeper van, so people won't know I have all sorts of money.
That's probably the most shopping I've done in a long time. There are two cosignment shops in town. I went looking for a long gown for the donkey ball. We have to dress up as drag queens. There was a couple nice ones but they were a little pricey to fall on the floor with and get stepped on. Possibly dragged across the floor. Thank goodness a friend has one that I can have and bleed on and she won't care. Whew!
It's all about the dress!
My boss is concerned that I'll get hurt. If anything, my arm will break. It needs to be rebroken anyway. A doctor wanted to do it 25 years ago but I told him I'd take care of it. I just didn't say when. When I thought I had succeeded with just a crack about ten years ago (a cow attacked me), she said if I were murdered and they found my bones in a ditch, they could identify me. Where the cow had hit me, the bones had bowed at the old break.
I would only be off a few of days. Some screws, a plate and a couple of pins. More than likely a hospital stay.
Oops. I went off track. Shopping. I hate it. If I have to go, I go, I get it, I get out. Simple plan. I do like to go to garage sales. Not cramped in a store with sales people that follow you around when you don't need help or not a one to find if you do. Not my cup of tea. Some people love to go. Uh, no thanks.
I remember last Wednesday I was a bit of a grump also. A) Could it be the day? B) The snow? C) Mr. Know-It-All? D) Maybe a bit of each? I'll take "D" please.
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