Wednesday, June 08, 2011

Venting.........

Ok, I need to release some steam here!  Last season my husband and I along with another "friend" decided to coach our son's soccer team.  They didn't have a coach so we stepped up to the plate. We were all brand new to soccer but figured between the three of us, we could figure it out.  We all went to the training and got our licenses and took all the safety courses.  At the 1st coaches meeting, we were told that we only had 3 kids when we needed at least 13 for the team.  I worked with a board member and we pieced together a team one by one.  It took a lot of phone calls, emails, texts, and even going to there houses to deliver paperwork.  Now, not once throughout this whole process did Coach G (we will just call him that) do anything. He was upset and like a spoiled little kid threw tantrums.  It would have been nice to do the same but somebody had to suck it up and do what needed to be done.  From that point on, guess who got stuck with everything?  Good guess....ME!!!!!  I went out and purchased everything we would need. (pinnies, goalie gloves, balls, ball bag, cones)  We were starting from scratch so we needed just about everything. When (G) asked me what we still needed to buy I told him the first aid kit and a clipboard.  A couple days before the first game, I asked him if he bought it and he said no.  Really??  Do I have to do everything?  Apparently I did.  There is so much behind the scene work that you might not expect when coaching.  We had to make a roster, print player passes, along with getting all the parents paperwork, we had to fill out game day cards from the ref every game, assign snack and concession stand duty, and that's only the beginning.  I even went so far as to buy them trophies and make and hand out certificates for player of the game.  Throughout all this, I didn't say a word.  I just did what needed to be done.  That is just how I am.  Apparently to (G's) wife, I am such a horrible person, if you looked at the email directed to me.  We tried to get a team  for the fall, but once again, it was me making all the calls, texts and emails.  We couldn't make it work, we just did not have enough kids.  (G), my husband and I were supposed to have a meeting with the president of the board.  We were there but the president was running late.  (G) stormed out and said I am done with ********.  (the town we live in)  Once again he left it up to me and my husband to do all the dirty work.  (G's ) son and our son were going to be moved up.  After he stormed out and said he was done, he expected us to fight for his son's place on the other coaches roster?  When he said he was done, we thought that he was done.  It was not our responsibility to speak on his behalf.  He lost that privilege when he walked out on the coaches, his team and his son.  He chose not to be at that meeting so his choices and opinions were not heard.  I can and will only do so much for someone until I have just had enough.  That moment was when he deserted us.  Apparently, this made us horrible people, but I must ask, Is it any better to let a "friend" carry all the weight of the team on her shoulder.  Is it fair to back out of something that they were only going to do if both the kids did it, and not notify you until 5 minutes before the practice was starting that their son backed out.  Was it fair that while I was concentrating on making this team work, he was out sending his son to other try-outs?  If this other league took his son, he would have left us high and dry!   Throughout all this crap, I have never said one word about the lack of effort, he put forth, but I will be damned if someone is going to tell me that I was such a bad person, and that I stabbed her in the back without putting my boxing gloves on to defend myself.  Decisions were made at the meeting, and if instead of storming off like a 2 year old, he had chosen to stay, his son would not be in the position that he is in now.   


Venting is now over.......

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Let Us Remember......

 
I think we have all heard this once in our life but this Memorial Day, please stop and say a big THANK YOU to those who gave their lives, so that we may live!!
 
 
 
It is the 
VETERAN
 not the preacher, 
 who has given us freedom of religion. 

It is 
the VETERAN
 not the reporter, 
  who has given us freedom of the press.

It is 
the VETERAN
 not the poet, 
who has given us freedom of speech.
   
It is 
the VETERAN
not the campus organizer, 
who has given us freedom to assemble. 

    
It is 
the VETERAN
 not the lawyer, 
who has given us the right to a fair trial. 


 
It is 
the VETERAN
 not the politician, 
Who has given us the right to vote.
 
 

'A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life wrote a blank check
Made payable to 'The United States of America' for an amount of 'up to
and including my life'.

Friday, May 06, 2011

Wherever My Mind Takes Me....

The reason for the title above is because honestly I have no idea what I am going to write about.  Things lately have been really tough lately for me and my family.  My status on my last facebook page pretty much says it all.  "I am hanging off a cliff by my fingernail and its breaking"  Yesterday was the straw that broke the camels back, you could say.  Is it just me or does that saying not make sense?  What does a camel have to do with straw?  Anyway, through all the tests and blood work and Dr. appointments that I've been through over the last six months or so, yesterday was my last test.  My gastro doctor told me that she couldn't think of anything else to do and that I need to go to Jefferson University for a full work--up.  The problem right now is the blood tests say one thing, then the camera pill says another.  The endoscopy found this, but that doesn't coincide with my symptoms.  My MRI showed this, but my CAT Scan didn't show this.  Too many questions and no answers.  Maybe this alone, wouldn't be so hard to deal with but combined with 15 years of anxiety that I still fight with every day.  I still manage to put on a smile and pretend everything is okay but every second it becomes harder and harder.  It's a bit hard to hide my stomach which looks nine months pregnant.  My back hurts, my abdomen hurts, I get out of breath from just walking from one room to another. To top it all off.....my hope went right out the window.  I know there is a saying that God won't give you, what you can't handle, but I must admit my faith is being tested.  It's really hard to keep my head up when test after test comes back and they say four hundred different things.  Okay enough on that, I just can't talk about it anymore.

The Bin Laden photos.....Terrorists want us dead and are constantly trying to find ways to make that happen.  We killed him, and yes, that makes us targets, BUT we already are targets.  You honestly believe that seeing him dead in a picture is going to make it worse?  What's worse then a group trying to plot your demise?  I really don't care if I see it, but those affected by 9-11 personally have that right.  Why is it that the family of a murder victim can watch the execution but those that were part of the biggest tragedy in United States history are denied that right.  I believe that this is a game that Obama is playing.  Just like what he did with his birth certificate.  He is probably laughing at all the "deathers" just like he did with the "birthers."  Why was everything so hush, hush?  I understand why they killed him and buried him at sea.  I would not want a shrine where people could come to honor him.  Pictures are a different story.  We as a country are owed that much.  All our soldiers are owed that much!  All our soldier's families deserve that.  Anyone that was affected by 9-11 deserve that!!  I could care less if he sitting in the room doing yoga.  He put the penalty on his head, not us.  That the media have nothing better to do then to try and sell papers on the topic of him being "unarmed."  He, himself is a killing machine with or without guns.   Why is it he cares so much about Muslim's reactions than his own countries feelings.  Not that I cared for him before but he is truly pathetic.  He is not our president, he is the "worlds president.  We are still giving Pakistan millions in aid, and yet they harbored Bin Laden right in their own backyard.  We should break all ties with them and use the money where it is needed, at home.  We wanted justice and we got it, and nobody should have to apologize for that!! 

I could go on all day and probably would have, but I have to go.  It's kinda refreshing writing when I am PMS'ing.  I don't hold anything back.

Monday, May 02, 2011

Bye Bye Bin Laden......Thank you Navy Seals!


Finally this evil monster is dead.  The U.S,. Intelligence sent the Navy Seals into a compound in Pakistan where they finally put a bullet in his head.  The U.S. Intelligence along with the Navy Seals killed Bin Laden.  Did you all hear me correctly?  Just wanted to make sure we are clear on who killed Bin Laden.


"Today, at my direction, the United States launched a targeted operation against that compound in Abbottabad, Pakistan."


I must say that this comment came off really selfish.  The fact that he took any credit of his death, while our soldiers fought and died fighting against Osama Bin Laden, was wrong in my eyes.  This is not about politics.  This is about justice for all those affected by the actions of this monster.  This isn't about one person but a whole team.  He reminds me of a little kid in soccer that scores and says "I won the game."  I am not saying he wasn't a part of catching Obama, but having to give himself credit was political posturing.


Now the question that presents itself is did Pakistan protect him?  I guess only time will tell.


I am so proud of my country.  It gave me chills when I heard the National Anthem being sung and people waving American flags!!


This is a win for America and most definitely a win for our troops.


We need to keep fighting terrorism.  Just because he is dead, does not mean that all attacks will stop and we will be holding hands singing Kum-By-A.  They are still dangerous.  Do not let down our defenses.  Since everything else is Bush's fault, I guess this is too?  Or only when convenient?


I can't even bring myself to say RIP....because it would be a lie.  I hope when they buried him at see they held him up by his legs and pointed him in the right direction!


Signing Off.........

Friday, April 22, 2011

My Easter Poem.....

I wrote this to express what Easter means to me.... 


My Easter


He was sent to earth from Heaven above,
For a world full of sinners, a world without love.
He was born in a stable, a manger for his bed,
"King" he was called, but humble was the life He led.



He preached and He taught, performed miracles too,
But people still denied His word, saying it just wasn't true.
He sat with His disciples, "The Last Supper" it would be,
The truth of those words they would soon see.


"One of you will betray me."
Judas said "Surely not I?"
"Yes it is you,"
Jesus sadly replied.



At Gethsemane, he prayed "If possible please take this cup from me."
While His disciples fell fast asleep.
The burden was heavy, but He carried it still,
Knowing soon would be His death on a hill.




Although he was not guilty, the crowd still cried "Crucify."
They released Barabbas, and sentenced Him to die.
They stripped and mocked Him,, whipped him till He bled.
Suffering in agony, till His skin was in shreds 




Nails pierced His hands and feet, the crown of thorns upon His head,
They were unaware of the precious blood they shed.
He was placed between two thieves, one said "Remember me."
Jesus replied "I tell you the truth, today you will be in paradise with Me."



Although they laughed and insulted him through and through,
Jesus said "Father please forgive them, they know not what they do."
Darkness descended, the ninth hour had passed.
He said "Father into Your hands I commit My spirit," and breathed his last.



The mighty veil of the temple was rent.
His time on earth was now all spent.
Buried in a borrowed tomb, only three days He would stay.
Shock ran through them when they rolled the stone away.



He was not there, He arose from the dead.
He ascended into Heaven just as He said.
He died on a cross, for you and for me,
He gave his life to set us free.



Bunnies and eggs to some, is what Easter may be,
But I know the truth, it has a different meaning for me.
My sins are forgiven, not by anything that I have done,
To pay for my sins, God sent His Son.



By 


Jennifer C

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Tenure......A Free License To Perform Badly?



As I look out my window I see rain pouring down and wind blowing.  Tornado watch in effect although we aren't expecting anything out of the ordinary.  I can't help but wonder if tomorrows soccer game will be cancelled because the fields will be flooded.  Guess we will just wait and see.  The poor bunnies in front of our house keep hopping around trying to find shelter from the rain.


Watching the Flyers and they just scored twice in like 2 minutes!!  Whooo Hooooo!  Sorry Off Topic...LOL


Okay, the main reason for writing today, concerns tenure.  I don't understand how after a certain amount of years on the job, you magically get the ability to become invincible.  Okay, so maybe it isn't as bad as all that, but I am trying to make a point.  


Before I get the comebacks of why they use tenure, save it.  I've read it.  I've tossed it around in my brain and although I understand it, I still find major fault with it.  Tell me another job where you can perform at low levels, without facing consequences.  In NJ right now with Chris Christie blowing in like a storm and making ballsy changes that some are upset with, the topic of education is a hot one. 

In my opinion you should be paid what you are worth.  If they are a good teacher that truly cares about the kids and wants the best for them, then they should have nothing to worry about.  If you are like one of my son's teachers and all you do is write notes on the board and tell the kids to study it, well then you may have a bit of a problem.    I am not saying it is easy to make learning fun and really "teaching," but that is what you are getting paid to do!  There should be no guarantee if you are not teaching at the level needed for our kids to prosper.  Maybe it's just me but when I was in the sixth grade, I knew the States and their Capitals and still do, for that matter and my parents would have been horrified if I asked them about East Virginia.  I was dumbstruck, he actually managed to get me speechless!  

I'm not going to even get into the "no children left behind" crap!!  Then again.....why not?  That may have had good intentions, but our children aren't learning the basics so they can be taught what a polygon is just to pass a standardized test.  When I ask my child about the Constitution and he says "what's that?" I know that we are in big trouble not just as students/parents but as a country!!


Back to tenure.....tell me another job that you can perform half-assed and still be left in one of the most important positions, of teaching our children.


I will leave you with this .....

“We want tenure to become something good teachers earn, that will protect good teachers from political firings or personal relationship firings,” Christie said at a press conference outside his office. “It will not protect bad teachers who stay in front of the classroom.”
More on Christie in my next post..........




Signing off..................

Thursday, April 07, 2011

How are you?

There are many times that I have been asked, "How are you?"  When checking out of Walmart, seeing an acquaintance, and sometimes even when talking to family and friends. 

Most of the time, I answer with  "hanging in there" or "doing okay."  I often wonder though if they truly want to hear the truth.  I honestly don't think so.  What I would love to say is "I am horrible!"  I hurt all the time.  I've had a distended stomach for so long now that I can't even remember the last time I fit into a pair of jeans.  Everywhere I go people think  I'm pregnant.  It's easier to just say yeah, I'm having a girl and the name is Brooke.  (which is what I would do if I actually was prego)  Anyway, every day I am in pain.  My back hurts from my stomach and I am honestly quite miserable.  My anxiety that I fight so hard against is rearing it's ugly head.  I have taken so many tests I feel like a pin cushion stuffed into something very small.  Only a couple months ago, I had a gallbladder attack that had apparently been going on for months and months.  Three days after my gallbladder got taken out I had a D & C because of other problems that I am not going to get into right now.  I am done.  I am done smiling and pretending that I am coping so well.  For tonight I am just going to feel a little sorry for myself and for one night, not pretend that everything is okay.

Signing Off........


OK I'm sick, where's McDreamy, or McSteamy or Karev, or hell even House.  They'd have me fixed in about an hour!

Friday, April 01, 2011

Unions.......Enough said!


While the bru ha ha is still taking place in WI, the views for and against unions have been bantered about from barber shops to courtrooms.  For my views, they aren't black and white.  There are just too many things that factor into my decisions.  I am a VP on the PTA and it gives me such joy being able to do things for the kids.  Unfortunately that puts me in awkward position.  I see how hard they work and how much they put into it.  My niece works as a guidance counselor (used to be a teacher) and I also know how how much she went through to become a teacher and how much she does for the kids.  She now wants to be a principal (go Niki!)  


Sorry for the change of topic, now where were we.....oh yes, Unions.  Around here that has been a very sensitive subject, especially in the area of education.   


My husband is in a Union.  He doesn't like it.  The dues are high and the "perks" certainly do not outweigh the disadvantages.  Now here comes my biggest issue with Unions.  They were useful years ago when working conditions were unacceptable, but now, times are different.  As the economy, culture and social surrounding change, unions become outdated and useless.


Who looks out for the private employee?  Who is looking out for their best interests?  That's right.... themselves.


What started out as something beneficial to the employee, they have grown into money hungry monsters.

Signing off........

"For the first time in my adult life, I am disappointed in my country." .....Me

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Common Sense 102

Well, I promised you a Common Sense 102 and here it is, albeit a little late.


Taxes.....Two words.  Fair Tax.  Say you throw a 10% tax across the board.  No preferential treatment for being either very successful or very lazy.  If you make $100,000 a year, you pay $10,000.  If you only make $10,000 a year you are only paying $1000.00.  Can someone please explain to me, why this isn't exactly as it is named...a fair tax?




Healthcare....a scary word in today's society, but it doesn't have to be.  Why a total overhall when it just needs fixing?  Would you get rid of your whole car because of a bad muffler or old tires?  Of course not, why is health care any different?  There are many problems in health care and I am walking, talking proof of that, but they are things that are fixable.  Why can't government create certain laws that do away with pre-existing conditions for example.  Put a limit on the frivolous lawsuits that make doctor's insurance go through the roof?  These are things that can be addressed.  I just find it entirely laughable that Obamacare is commanding you to buy insurance, that you may or may not be able to afford, and fining you for not purchasing it.  Ummm, how about this, when Congress, and all government employees take this insurance, I will too.


Term limits....Do away with lifetime politicians.  Do 8 years maximum.  Can I hear an Amen?


Hmm...what topic have I missed?  My brain is fried right now, spent the night at our Chick-Fil-A fundraiser for our school.  If I think of anything I'll be sure to include it in my next post.


Oh, wish the Demons luck on Sunday, we really need a win!!


Signing off........


I'll keep my God, my freedom, my guns, and my money. You guys can keep the "change".

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Common Sense 101

Politically I lean to the right on most issues but I think if we all used a little common sense, we could really come up with a compromise that works for everyone.

Take abortion for instance, I abhor abortion, and anybody that knows me, knows exactly how I feel about it.  As much as I hate it, I know that it is not going anywhere.  It won't be overturned, so lets work with what we have.  I think it's absolutely ridiculous that you have to get permission to give an aspirin to a minor and yet a child can have an abortion without parental consent, nor even parental notification.  I also believe there should be laws that limits the time they can have one.  They should also have to watch a movie on their different choices and consequences of them.  If they still want to have an abortion after that, then at least they have made an informed decision on one of the biggest choices they will probably ever have to make.


Immigration.... Build a wall!  See how easy it is?  It creates jobs and keeps illegal immigrants out.  China did it, why can't we?  Now I agree that we can't deport every illegal immigrant that we happen to come across but I see no reason that if they commit a crime we can't ship their sorry butts back to where they come from.  What to do with the ones already in the country, you may ask.  They should have to do community service or serve in our military for a certain amount of years, and pay a fine.  Then they can become legal citizens.  All my liberal friends are probably thinking....but nobody will do the jobs that they do.  To that I say, make the companies here in the U.S. pay what they  are worth.  These companies should be fined for hiring illegals.

See, with a little bit of common sense, and a little compromise, both sides of the political line can come together with a solution to the problems we face.   Common Sense 102 coming next!

Signing off......


"Common Sense isn't very common"

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Where to Start.....

It's been quite a year so far.  For almost 8 months I have been having abdominal pain.  Four visits to ER's and they all sent me home with Myralex or some other kind of laxative.  They were so very helpful!!  NOT!  So finally this last time I went to the hospital they actually figured out what was wrong with me.  Apparently my gallbladder was enlarged and infected with stones, so they did immediate surgery.  That was the 4th of January.  Then I had a scheduled  D & C three days later.  Today I just got home from the hospital once again.  I went in for a endoscopy and came out with more questions than answers.  Then "apparently" I had a seizure, so I wake to an ambulance and a hospital.  They gave me yet another CAT scan.  I'd usually insert a joke here about radiation, but with everything that has happened in Japan, I would never make light of a tragedy.  So lets see.....anxiety,kidney stones, UTI Cardiosyncope, and we can't forget what issues I am dealing with.....being so bloated everyone thinks I am nine months pregnant, and test after test tells me nothing wrong.  Then again, the endoscopy I just had showed new things to worry about and more tests to take.  Now I have to take even more medication....8 a day apparently isn't enough.  So...that is about where I am now and I'll tell you, I AM NOT A HAPPY CAMPER!!


As crappy as I feel right now, God always sends me a reminder of how much worse it could be. My prayers are with those that are dealing with everything happening in Japan. I can't imagine not knowing if my loved ones were alive or having my whole life destroyed in the blink of an eye.  That's enough for tonight.  Signing off......


May God give you...For every storm a rainbow, for every tear a smile, for every care a promise and a blessing in each trial. For every problem life sends, a faithful friend to share, for every sigh a sweet song and an answer for each prayer.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Welcome To My Life....

I've told you some things about me, but I figured I would expand a little bit. My boys are 11 and 13 and they keep me on my toes.  My decision to stay home was actually taken out of my hands, but I consider myself blessed that I was able to be a "stay at home mom" for the boys.  My husband once said, "I honestly don't know how you do it, your job is so much harder than mine could ever me."  He captured my heart forever although in reality, he has always had it!  I love him with everything I am!  He's my rock!

About 15 years ago, I began to have anxiety/anxiety attacks.  Not the "Oh I am feeling a bit anxious" kind, but the full blown "I am losing my mind kind."  That has never left me and I still struggle everyday to defeat it.  I'm on medication which helps but there is no "BAM, your healed" kind of thing.  And you know what?  That's okay.  Don't get me wrong, if I could get rid of this, I would in less than a heartbeat, but with God and my family's love and support, I get through it one day at a time.  I think once you accept it, it becomes a part of your life and not just a disease that you have.  We've adjusted our life many different ways because of it, and yes, I do wish that God would just take this from me, but acceptance is the first part of healing.  My mom is my best friend.  She knows all about me and yet still loves me.  <3  I would usually insert a smiley there, but it doesn't look like we have them.  Oh well, I will make due.  Now where was I?  Oh yeah, my anxiety.  I have had a phenomenal support system (my parents, kids, family, and friends) throughout this and I can guarantee you I would not be writing this today, without them!  

At one point through the years, I attempted to go to work.  I went to school and became an EMT.  Oh how I loved it!  Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, or maybe it was that I knew how it felt to get prodded, pricked and having my body used as a learning tool for new doctors.  I was good at my job and offered them the compassion that I never had throughout my 15 year____________.  You know, I always had trouble filling in that blank.  I could go with disease, sickness, hell, struggle, blessing, trial....but no one word fits exactly right. At times it was some of them or even all of them at the same time.  Your probably looking at the word blessing and saying "are you crazy?'  Yeah, I can be, but here is my reasoning.  If it weren't for the anxiety, I would have had a full time job and never would have experienced what it was like to be a full time mom.  As I've said before, I would not trade it for the world.  So that is where you find me now.  A full time mom, PTA Vice President for one school, Corresponding Secretary for my other son's school, and last but not least, a soccer coach.  I've got the soccermom, thing down but we will just have to wait and see, on the coaching part.  Although I imagine it will be great, because I have a wonderful partner!  Oh, and you will probably here Gabe come up, because he is the other coach.  His son Nate and my little guy Nick have played on the same team together for three, no four games and have built up a great friendship.  (and yes, he is 11 but he will always be my little guy!)  Signing off.......

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Men....The Next Survival Series

Six married men will be dropped on an island with one car and 4 kids each for six weeks.
Each kid will play two sports and either take music or dance classes. Each child will need a wrapped
birthday gift for 2 parties during the six weeks, to which the men will r.s.v.p., drop off and pick up.
There is no fast food.
Each man must take care of his 4 kids, keep his assigned house clean, correct all homework,
complete science projects, cook, do laundry, and pay a list of "pretend" bills with not enough money.
Each man will have to make an Indian hut model with six toothpicks, a tortilla, and one marker & get
a 4 year old to eat a serving of peas.
One pet will be distributed to each man and he will be solely responsible for daily feedings &
exercise, waste removal, grooming, and at least two veterinary appointments.
Each man must also take each child to a doctor's appointment, a dentist appointment, and an
appointment for a haircut. He must also make cookies or cupcakes for a social function and attend a
teacher conference.
Each man will be responsible for decorating his own assigned house, planting flowers outside and
keep it presentable at all times.
The men will only have access to television when the kids are asleep and all chores are done.
There is only one TV between them.
The men must shave their legs, wear makeup daily, which they will apply themselves either while
driving or making four lunches.
They must adorn themselves with jewelry, wear uncomfortable yet stylish shoes, keep their nails
polished, and hair & eyebrows groomed.
During one of the six weeks, they will have to endure severe stomach cramps, back aches, skin
breakouts, and have extreme unexplained mood swings but never once complain or slow down from
their duties.
They must attend weekly PTA meetings, church, and find time at least once to spend the afternoon
at the park or a similar setting. He will happily play board games, Legos, Barbies, Play Doh, as well
as color and read stories whenever the children ask. During the day the t.v. may only be tuned to
Nickelodeon and he will be responsible for monitoring the appropriate amount of t.v. watching per
child.
He will need to pray with the children each night, bathe them, dress them, brush their teeth and
comb their hair each morning by 7:00.
A test will be given a the end of the six weeks, and each father will be required to know all of the
following information: each child's birthday, height, weight, shoe size, clothes size, doctor's name
and phone number.
Also each child's favorite color, favorite toy, best friend's name & phone number, favorite snack,
favorite story, favorite drink, biggest fear and what they want to be when they grow up.
They must clean up after their sick children at 3:00 a.m. and then spend the remainder of the day
tending to that child and waiting on them hand and foot until they are better. They will be
responsible, during that time, to have the appropriate medication on hand and keep up dosages at
the correct time intervals.
The kids vote them off the island based on performance.
The last man wins ONLY if... he still has enough energy to be intimate with his spouse at a moments
notice.
If the last man does win, he can play the game over and over an over again for the next 18-25
years... eventually earning the right to be
called MOTHER!