Life is short. What we do with it is up to us. I have been thinking a lot lately about what to do with mine. I have decided a few things:
1. People do not have enough to do with their time. They gossip, start rumors, and are general complainers. People will stab you in the back if you don't watch out. People you thought were your "friends" eventually show their true colors. You can depend more on family- they too may stab you in the back, but you have to forgive them eventually because you really can't divorce them.
2. Life is short. Too short. So why follow the rules. Not like break the law or anything. But..I heard Michelle Obama say we shouldn't eat desert-eat more healthy. Why? What's wrong with eating desert? as long as you don't eat it for every meal, a small serving of desert is not going to kill you. In fact it may keep you from going totally insane. That's why I keep chocolate around. We should enjoy our time here and depriving ones self of pleasures, makes for an empty life. I would rather enjoy my time here than to be bored and live to 100.
3 Don't let others tell you what to do. I live with this constantly. Don't say anything too specific about hockey on this blog. No we can't get a dog. No we can't move. No we can't have another baby. No you can't eat your mint ice cream. I am SICK of people saying NO. I say yes...do it all and apologize later.
4. Everyone is going to have an opinion and give you their unsolicited advice. Never is it more prominent when you have a small child or are expecting a child. People think they know everything. They don't. Every family is different and every child is different. So piss off.
5. When Mommy is happy everyone else is happy. So don't make me mad. Enough said.
Bottom line is...if you're not having fun doing it ...it's not worth doing.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Monday, January 24, 2011
Bailey's Irish Cream
We have 4 cats.
In 1995, my loving husband did not get me a birthday present. So I went out and got my own. She was a teeny tiny Persian Himalayan blue/cream point. Thank goodness my husband is a cat person like me. She won him over instantly. I named her Bailey's Irish Cream because that's what the color of her body fur looked like. We call her Bailey. She is now almost 6 years old and is the princess of the house. She refuses to eat most dry cat food. The only kind she will eat is Iams. She begs for canned cat food multiple times daily and has gotten smart enough to beg to different people so that she increases her chances of getting some. I am thinking she is so spoiled at this point that she is not eating ANY dry food anymore. She is very loving and will seat herself on your chest or at the end of my bed.
Under all that fur, there is not much there. She is a very petite cat. You can't really see her eyes in these pictures, but they are a beatuiful blue.
She looks crabby here, but it was about 7 am in the morning when I took this picture and I think she thought I was nuts.
We moved from Nebraska to Minnesota in 2007. As part of the deal, my husband promised the girls they could each get their own cat. And I made sure he followed through on that promise. I will be introducing them each individually here. With everything that has happened these past few months, the cats have been wonderful therapy for me.
In 1995, my loving husband did not get me a birthday present. So I went out and got my own. She was a teeny tiny Persian Himalayan blue/cream point. Thank goodness my husband is a cat person like me. She won him over instantly. I named her Bailey's Irish Cream because that's what the color of her body fur looked like. We call her Bailey. She is now almost 6 years old and is the princess of the house. She refuses to eat most dry cat food. The only kind she will eat is Iams. She begs for canned cat food multiple times daily and has gotten smart enough to beg to different people so that she increases her chances of getting some. I am thinking she is so spoiled at this point that she is not eating ANY dry food anymore. She is very loving and will seat herself on your chest or at the end of my bed.
Under all that fur, there is not much there. She is a very petite cat. You can't really see her eyes in these pictures, but they are a beatuiful blue. 
She looks crabby here, but it was about 7 am in the morning when I took this picture and I think she thought I was nuts. We moved from Nebraska to Minnesota in 2007. As part of the deal, my husband promised the girls they could each get their own cat. And I made sure he followed through on that promise. I will be introducing them each individually here. With everything that has happened these past few months, the cats have been wonderful therapy for me.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
We are all idiots
Well, at least me and 4 million other people that live in this frigid tundra.
We have entered into one of those things we here in Minnesota get every year. A week (sometimes more, sometimes less) of frigid, freezing below 0 temperatures. (last Friday officially -37 degrees WITHOUT the wind chill and they only made school 2 hours late).
I grew up in Minnesota and I should be used to it by now right? I even lived in North Dakota for a number of years and that was almost worse, because North Dakota has NO trees to stop the wind, and the wind chill. You know it's below zero because the snow squeaks like Styrofoam. When you buy a car, the first thing you have put in is a block heater. Winter has never bothered me in the past. I used to love to ice skate, ride horses in the winter (great, because they kept your butt warm) and snowmobile.
But I moved away for a few years and got a little spoiled. We lived in Chicago for almost 2 years and then moved to Omaha, Nebraska. Chicago was wintry, but a little milder due to the "lake effect" and being farther south. Omaha, I loved. I have many pictures of us at Christmas time out in our front yard with no snow and only sweatshirts on. A really cold spell there was a week or so when we hit the "teens" while everyone in Minnesota was about 30 degrees less than us.
Before we moved away, when Savannah was little, my husband and I snowmobiled. His family is very big on the "sport", I went along for the ride. It became no longer any fun when his die hard family would go out in 40 below wind chills. Also, they like to go for a whole day, I am talking at LEAST 8 hours. Too long for me. I can handle 2-3 hours max but I just don't understand how a person can sit on a machine for that long. Your arms and shoulders start to hurt from the muscle it takes to steer, especially if there is a lot of powdery snow. I get bored just riding along....nothing to do but think. There is only so much thinking one can do. This was pre Ipod days.....I think I could do it now....... as long as my battery lasted. But, we sold our sleds when we moved to Chicago, and will not be buying any in the near future. My husband has a big family who all snowmobile, so there are plenty to borrow if he wanted to go out for a ride. As for me....those days are over.
I am perfectly content to cuddle up with a blanket and a good book in front of the fire.
p,s. the weatherman says it's going to be up in the balmy 20's by Wednesday. Yoo Hoo!!!
We have entered into one of those things we here in Minnesota get every year. A week (sometimes more, sometimes less) of frigid, freezing below 0 temperatures. (last Friday officially -37 degrees WITHOUT the wind chill and they only made school 2 hours late).
I grew up in Minnesota and I should be used to it by now right? I even lived in North Dakota for a number of years and that was almost worse, because North Dakota has NO trees to stop the wind, and the wind chill. You know it's below zero because the snow squeaks like Styrofoam. When you buy a car, the first thing you have put in is a block heater. Winter has never bothered me in the past. I used to love to ice skate, ride horses in the winter (great, because they kept your butt warm) and snowmobile.
But I moved away for a few years and got a little spoiled. We lived in Chicago for almost 2 years and then moved to Omaha, Nebraska. Chicago was wintry, but a little milder due to the "lake effect" and being farther south. Omaha, I loved. I have many pictures of us at Christmas time out in our front yard with no snow and only sweatshirts on. A really cold spell there was a week or so when we hit the "teens" while everyone in Minnesota was about 30 degrees less than us.
Before we moved away, when Savannah was little, my husband and I snowmobiled. His family is very big on the "sport", I went along for the ride. It became no longer any fun when his die hard family would go out in 40 below wind chills. Also, they like to go for a whole day, I am talking at LEAST 8 hours. Too long for me. I can handle 2-3 hours max but I just don't understand how a person can sit on a machine for that long. Your arms and shoulders start to hurt from the muscle it takes to steer, especially if there is a lot of powdery snow. I get bored just riding along....nothing to do but think. There is only so much thinking one can do. This was pre Ipod days.....I think I could do it now....... as long as my battery lasted. But, we sold our sleds when we moved to Chicago, and will not be buying any in the near future. My husband has a big family who all snowmobile, so there are plenty to borrow if he wanted to go out for a ride. As for me....those days are over.
I am perfectly content to cuddle up with a blanket and a good book in front of the fire.
p,s. the weatherman says it's going to be up in the balmy 20's by Wednesday. Yoo Hoo!!!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wal-Mart
I HATE Wal-Mart.
1. They are so crowded in our town that it drives me crazy.
2. People who have nothing better to do stand in the isles and stare at the shelves, for what seems like eternity.
3. Other people who have nothing better to do, stop their carts right by the other person so you can't get through.
4. They NEVER have enough check out people and you end up waiting 20 minutes just to get your groceries moving.
5. No one knows anything....they always have to call someone and ask.
6. When you have a question, you can never find anyone to ask.
7. You never walk out of there for under $100....even if you only came for a few things....you always pick up something on sale or decide that you need brownie mix or more cereal.
I go to Wal-Mart because it is one stop shopping and compared to other grocery stores in our area, I save about $75 per time. And my weekly grocery bill is around $200- $250. (Kids in Hockey eat a lot).
Today, we needed a ton. We hadn't been to the grocery store for 12 days....which is WAY to long. Savannah needed some spandex type shorts to wear under her hockey breezers and a new school bag. Madison has HUGE calluses on her big toes (we need to get her hockey skates fitting better.) So I got some medicine to treat them and cushions for her to wear when she skates. We were out of shampoo and conditioner for everyone and needed cat food and litter...so my bill today was pretty scary.
I have to say, that my most recent experience there was quite pleasant actually. I went later at night when there wasn't the usual crowds. The only person who held me up in an isle was a kind gentleman who was disabled and in a scooter. He was polite and apologized and said he would be out of my way in a minute and then asked me how my day was. In the checkout lane I had a very nice cashier who was quite conversational and extremely helpful...she didn't make me take the heavy stuff out of my cart..she came around with her wand and scanned things where they were. She had to help another cashier twice, but because she was so sweet and asked me if i minded, I didn't care. I was truly happy with my experience there.
Just proves that just when you think you know everything. You don't.
1. They are so crowded in our town that it drives me crazy.
2. People who have nothing better to do stand in the isles and stare at the shelves, for what seems like eternity.
3. Other people who have nothing better to do, stop their carts right by the other person so you can't get through.
4. They NEVER have enough check out people and you end up waiting 20 minutes just to get your groceries moving.
5. No one knows anything....they always have to call someone and ask.
6. When you have a question, you can never find anyone to ask.
7. You never walk out of there for under $100....even if you only came for a few things....you always pick up something on sale or decide that you need brownie mix or more cereal.
I go to Wal-Mart because it is one stop shopping and compared to other grocery stores in our area, I save about $75 per time. And my weekly grocery bill is around $200- $250. (Kids in Hockey eat a lot).
Today, we needed a ton. We hadn't been to the grocery store for 12 days....which is WAY to long. Savannah needed some spandex type shorts to wear under her hockey breezers and a new school bag. Madison has HUGE calluses on her big toes (we need to get her hockey skates fitting better.) So I got some medicine to treat them and cushions for her to wear when she skates. We were out of shampoo and conditioner for everyone and needed cat food and litter...so my bill today was pretty scary.
I have to say, that my most recent experience there was quite pleasant actually. I went later at night when there wasn't the usual crowds. The only person who held me up in an isle was a kind gentleman who was disabled and in a scooter. He was polite and apologized and said he would be out of my way in a minute and then asked me how my day was. In the checkout lane I had a very nice cashier who was quite conversational and extremely helpful...she didn't make me take the heavy stuff out of my cart..she came around with her wand and scanned things where they were. She had to help another cashier twice, but because she was so sweet and asked me if i minded, I didn't care. I was truly happy with my experience there.
Just proves that just when you think you know everything. You don't.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Tough Days
Some days are really hard. And then there are those that are near impossible to get through.
Today is one of those days.
The things I usually have, that distract me from the horrible truth, are not doing their jobs today. They just are not holding their interest for me as they usually do.
For me distraction is the key, If I don't think about it, then it isn't real.
TV works well at times, as do movies... and at times history channel documentaries. I don't know why documentaries do, maybe it's that guys soothing voice droning on and on. Maybe its the boring topic that lulls me into a hypnotic transe..... does it really matter what it is as long as it works?
Hoping tomorrow will be a better day.
Today is one of those days.
The things I usually have, that distract me from the horrible truth, are not doing their jobs today. They just are not holding their interest for me as they usually do.
For me distraction is the key, If I don't think about it, then it isn't real.
TV works well at times, as do movies... and at times history channel documentaries. I don't know why documentaries do, maybe it's that guys soothing voice droning on and on. Maybe its the boring topic that lulls me into a hypnotic transe..... does it really matter what it is as long as it works?
Hoping tomorrow will be a better day.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Hockey Drama
Those two words Hockey Drama. I can say those words to my dad and he gets all excited, waiting to hear what dip shit did what.
There is NEVER a shortage of hockey drama. Why? Because we hockey parents pay too damn much money for this sport and feel we should have a say in what happens with the team. This is my theory anyway. I try very hard not to get involved as I have the wonderful disease called "you didn't stick your foot in your mouth fast enough". I open my mouth and it just SPILLS out. I call it verbal diarrhea.
I find it so interesting that you can take 1 or 2 parents and get them all excited, just by mentioning one little thing the coach said or did. Just mentioning this can create a whole monster into itself and depending on the supposed "infraction" e-mails roll out and phones start ringing. Now, I am not saying is a bad thing, necessarily, I have never had kids in another sport...maybe this happens in other sports too? I guess I can't blame anyone, hockey is a pretty physical and passionate sport. The parents are just acting this out off the ice. If you have been around hockey parents.. there are a few types.
1. The instigators- these are the people who get things started.
2. The vehicles- these are the people who can take what the instigators started and run with it.
3. The exaggerators- the people who "heard" things were worse than they really are and propagate this rumor.
4. Switzerland- Those parents who hear nothing, say nothing and somehow stay uninvolved.
5. The former athletes- these are the people who think because they played in high school that they know everything and aren't afraid to tell people what they should be doing.
Please tell me.....how accurate did I paint this picture?
Maybe we should assign parents to the penalty box. 5 minute major for intent to start hockey drama.
I really have never heard another hockey parent say those words HOCKEY DRAMA....... I wonder if they use them too?
There is NEVER a shortage of hockey drama. Why? Because we hockey parents pay too damn much money for this sport and feel we should have a say in what happens with the team. This is my theory anyway. I try very hard not to get involved as I have the wonderful disease called "you didn't stick your foot in your mouth fast enough". I open my mouth and it just SPILLS out. I call it verbal diarrhea.
I find it so interesting that you can take 1 or 2 parents and get them all excited, just by mentioning one little thing the coach said or did. Just mentioning this can create a whole monster into itself and depending on the supposed "infraction" e-mails roll out and phones start ringing. Now, I am not saying is a bad thing, necessarily, I have never had kids in another sport...maybe this happens in other sports too? I guess I can't blame anyone, hockey is a pretty physical and passionate sport. The parents are just acting this out off the ice. If you have been around hockey parents.. there are a few types.
1. The instigators- these are the people who get things started.
2. The vehicles- these are the people who can take what the instigators started and run with it.
3. The exaggerators- the people who "heard" things were worse than they really are and propagate this rumor.
4. Switzerland- Those parents who hear nothing, say nothing and somehow stay uninvolved.
5. The former athletes- these are the people who think because they played in high school that they know everything and aren't afraid to tell people what they should be doing.
Please tell me.....how accurate did I paint this picture?
Maybe we should assign parents to the penalty box. 5 minute major for intent to start hockey drama.
I really have never heard another hockey parent say those words HOCKEY DRAMA....... I wonder if they use them too?
Sunday, January 16, 2011
I finally did it!
I have been talking about applying to graduate school for the past few years. I have been an RN for 15 years and have been looking for a career change. Besides, the health "episode" I had in October pretty much left me with no job.
Even when I graduated from nursing school, I knew that I would want to go on for a graduate degree at some point. I did not do this right away, because the day I graduated from nursing school I was 8 weeks pregnant with Savannah. Madison followed 21 months later and Paige...just 9 days short of a year after that. I was too busy to even THINK about graduate school.
I am a pretty indecisive person. And this past week, I had to make some BIG decisions. Like where I was going to apply and what degree I wanted to obtain. I decided to go for a Family Nurse Practitioner degree at UND. And I had to have a back up plan. I spoke with another Nurse I know this week, who applied to the Family Nurse Practitioner program at UND last year. I was surprised to find out that last year there were 120 applications for 7 spots. I was surprised to hear that there were only 7 spots. I was informed that when people don't get into the FNP program, they apply to one of the other specialties and then transfer over...which leaves little spots for new applicants.
OK, so here's where I had my trouble. Should I look at programs elsewhere? Should I apply for both the FNP program AND my 2nd choice of specialties? Programs elsewhere were more expensive and required some travel to campus (UND also requires travel to campus but it's only 2 hours and I have family that lives there). Should I scrap the FNP program all together and go for what I would LOVE to do ...which is become a Nurse Midwife. OK, this just isn't realistic. The schools for this are pretty far away and also require travel. Besides, there isn't a job market for Midwives here. ( I already asked my husband if we could move). He said no.
For an indecisive person, I had a lot of decisions to make.
I am proud of myself, for at least taking the steps needed. I applied to both the FNP program and the Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner program at UND. They will be setting up interviews for February. I don't plan to hear if I have been admitted until April.
Even when I graduated from nursing school, I knew that I would want to go on for a graduate degree at some point. I did not do this right away, because the day I graduated from nursing school I was 8 weeks pregnant with Savannah. Madison followed 21 months later and Paige...just 9 days short of a year after that. I was too busy to even THINK about graduate school.
I am a pretty indecisive person. And this past week, I had to make some BIG decisions. Like where I was going to apply and what degree I wanted to obtain. I decided to go for a Family Nurse Practitioner degree at UND. And I had to have a back up plan. I spoke with another Nurse I know this week, who applied to the Family Nurse Practitioner program at UND last year. I was surprised to find out that last year there were 120 applications for 7 spots. I was surprised to hear that there were only 7 spots. I was informed that when people don't get into the FNP program, they apply to one of the other specialties and then transfer over...which leaves little spots for new applicants.
OK, so here's where I had my trouble. Should I look at programs elsewhere? Should I apply for both the FNP program AND my 2nd choice of specialties? Programs elsewhere were more expensive and required some travel to campus (UND also requires travel to campus but it's only 2 hours and I have family that lives there). Should I scrap the FNP program all together and go for what I would LOVE to do ...which is become a Nurse Midwife. OK, this just isn't realistic. The schools for this are pretty far away and also require travel. Besides, there isn't a job market for Midwives here. ( I already asked my husband if we could move). He said no.
For an indecisive person, I had a lot of decisions to make.
I am proud of myself, for at least taking the steps needed. I applied to both the FNP program and the Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner program at UND. They will be setting up interviews for February. I don't plan to hear if I have been admitted until April.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Sick
Maddie has been home sick this week, and she has infected both Paige and I.
I hate colds.....they start with that sore throat....so sore that it is hard to sleep. You know that it should only last about three days before the sore throat turns into sinus headache and congestion or if not a head cold it goes into your chest and you cough until you turn blue.
I have started to get that sore throat. Thank goodness I had made some chicken soup and had frozen 2 large batches of it. The only thing missing was the noodles. It isn't real chicken noodle soup unless you actually make the noodles from scratch. The girls LOVE home made noodles. I was informed that with the last batch I made (which was a double batch) that there wasn't enough noodles. So last night we made a quadruple batch. Savannah helped me roll out the dough when my arms got tired and made it her job to make sure there were enough noodles. (even though she kept eathing them raw....yuck!)
My soup contains, chicken broth, cooked chicken thighs, onions, celery, carrots, broth and of course the noodles. It takes all day to make.. cooking the chicken and letting the veggies make the stock.
I cannot remember exactly where I was or who taught me to make these noodles. It might have been my mom. I do remember that it is my great grandmother's recipe. It makes the thickest "bestest" (so the kids said) noodles. I have made the soup with traditional egg noodles from the grocery store. They are only ok for the first time, if you make large batches and do a lot of reheating they end up falling apart. Mine don't. No matter how many times you reheat them.
There has been many scientific studies regarding chicken noodle soup. They indicate some properties to help with cold or flu symptoms. Canned soup was found to have a smaller benefit than home made soup.
Maybe it's the love that goes in it.
I hate colds.....they start with that sore throat....so sore that it is hard to sleep. You know that it should only last about three days before the sore throat turns into sinus headache and congestion or if not a head cold it goes into your chest and you cough until you turn blue.
I have started to get that sore throat. Thank goodness I had made some chicken soup and had frozen 2 large batches of it. The only thing missing was the noodles. It isn't real chicken noodle soup unless you actually make the noodles from scratch. The girls LOVE home made noodles. I was informed that with the last batch I made (which was a double batch) that there wasn't enough noodles. So last night we made a quadruple batch. Savannah helped me roll out the dough when my arms got tired and made it her job to make sure there were enough noodles. (even though she kept eathing them raw....yuck!)
My soup contains, chicken broth, cooked chicken thighs, onions, celery, carrots, broth and of course the noodles. It takes all day to make.. cooking the chicken and letting the veggies make the stock.
I cannot remember exactly where I was or who taught me to make these noodles. It might have been my mom. I do remember that it is my great grandmother's recipe. It makes the thickest "bestest" (so the kids said) noodles. I have made the soup with traditional egg noodles from the grocery store. They are only ok for the first time, if you make large batches and do a lot of reheating they end up falling apart. Mine don't. No matter how many times you reheat them.
There has been many scientific studies regarding chicken noodle soup. They indicate some properties to help with cold or flu symptoms. Canned soup was found to have a smaller benefit than home made soup.
Maybe it's the love that goes in it.
Chronic Pancreatitis
Just a little background about me:
I have Chronic Pancreatitis. It is caused by a "sphincter" muscle which is supposed to regulate the flow of digestive enzymes from the liver and the pancreas. My sphincter clamps shut sometimes and causes digestive juices to back up into my liver and pancreas.
The liver is pretty forgiving, but the pancreas not so much. I get pain that brings me to my knees within minutes of onset. Along with the pain comes nausea and vomiting. There isn't much anyone can do except to eat a diet low in fats and to rest the pancreas by not eating during a flare up. I take pain medication for the pain. What used to work well for me was Oxycodone (percocet without the acet or Tylenol). I was on that medication for 2 years before I went to see a pain management specialist who informed me that they don't "let people stay on short acting narcotics for chronic pain" Here they use Methadone for chronic pain sufferers. This medication is given on a daily basis to "give a maintenance dose of pain medication". I initially hesitated to start this medication as I felt I did not need medication daily as my pain was not daily. In the end I ended up on it and it sucked pretty bad. I could give you all the gory details, but it's too depressing. I am now in the process of changing medications and it is a slow, hard process. I have a new doctor who actually listens to me. We will see how it goes, but I am very interested in seeing what my pain is like off daily medications.
I have Chronic Pancreatitis. It is caused by a "sphincter" muscle which is supposed to regulate the flow of digestive enzymes from the liver and the pancreas. My sphincter clamps shut sometimes and causes digestive juices to back up into my liver and pancreas.
The liver is pretty forgiving, but the pancreas not so much. I get pain that brings me to my knees within minutes of onset. Along with the pain comes nausea and vomiting. There isn't much anyone can do except to eat a diet low in fats and to rest the pancreas by not eating during a flare up. I take pain medication for the pain. What used to work well for me was Oxycodone (percocet without the acet or Tylenol). I was on that medication for 2 years before I went to see a pain management specialist who informed me that they don't "let people stay on short acting narcotics for chronic pain" Here they use Methadone for chronic pain sufferers. This medication is given on a daily basis to "give a maintenance dose of pain medication". I initially hesitated to start this medication as I felt I did not need medication daily as my pain was not daily. In the end I ended up on it and it sucked pretty bad. I could give you all the gory details, but it's too depressing. I am now in the process of changing medications and it is a slow, hard process. I have a new doctor who actually listens to me. We will see how it goes, but I am very interested in seeing what my pain is like off daily medications.
Friday, January 14, 2011
Hockey- the Referees
Savannah, this past weekend at a tournament. Now, I love hockey (most of the time) . The coolness of the arena, the sounds of the skates on the ice and the puck hitting the boards. But the one thing I can't stand is stupid Refs.
I really try to give the refs a break - for the most part. I know they have very hard jobs to do and more people are critical of them than anyone else in the game. But sometimes there are obvious issues. Like being biased toward a team by assigning more penalties to the other team. I have seen cases of this where it is so obviously blatant that parents from the other team have apologized.
The one BIG issue I have with refs around here is that they tend to assign 14 year old, brand new referees to games. Now this isn't too bad IF there is an adult ref paired with them. I realize the need to train new referees and that during tournament weekends it is hard to find ones that can work. But the following should Never happen.
About 6 weeks ago, Madison and Paige had a game up in Thief River Falls. They both play on the girls 12 and under team. Maddie is 12 and Paige 11. Unfortunately for them, the refs assigned to their game were BOTH young. It was a disaster. They had no clue of the rules of the game. They did not know where to bring the puck back to after a whistle blow. They made idiotic calls and worst of all they disallowed a goal made by our team because it was a "slap shot" goal. The refs were under the impression that slap shots are illegal in 12U. They are not. They are illegal in 10U, but are perfectly allowable in 12U. During the break the coach brought this to their attention and showed them in the rule book where it did specify this. Unfortunately for us, they still refused to give us the point stating that the "point needs to be awarded at the time of the goal".
Now why get so worked up about this you say? It's just a game and a learning event for the kids". Yes it is. But I try to teach my kids that you should always do your best at any job and to leave things you don't know much about to the professionals. I believe in learning, but feel that a younger referee should be paired with an adult for at least a certain period of time.
The truth is...I don't know why this works me up so bad. It shouldn't. I should be able to let things slip off my shoulders more easily, but I can't.
Life isn't fair. No it's not. But does this give people the excuse to not even try? Maybe.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
To Blog or Not to Blog
Ok, so everyone is doing it right? My parents always asked me "If your friend jumped off a bridge, would you?". Maybe, depending on how high the bridge was. Anyways here I am. I expect the only people to even look at this site will be my family, but...if you have stumbled upon this while googling...here is a little bit about me and what I will be discussing.
I am an upper 30's Mom of three girls. Savannah is 14, Madison 12 and Paige 11. As you probably guessed they all play hockey. More about that later. I am also a Registered Nurse currently not working due to various health issues.
We love animals and own many.....My hubby is in the Radio business as his family owns many. I don't get involved in that mess.
The girls' Cats Left to Right, Luna (Savannah), Skittles (Paige) and Ziggy (Madison).
I worry a lot ( which is two words). About my kids (enough said). The economy or "money" but I don't know many people that don't worry about that. I worry about the future.... is there one? Will the world REALLY end on Dec 21st 2012? My dad used to say he worried a lot about spontaneous combustion when he was younger. I guess that's where I get it from.
Hockey Mom
I am an upper 30's Mom of three girls. Savannah is 14, Madison 12 and Paige 11. As you probably guessed they all play hockey. More about that later. I am also a Registered Nurse currently not working due to various health issues.
We love animals and own many.....My hubby is in the Radio business as his family owns many. I don't get involved in that mess.
The girls' Cats Left to Right, Luna (Savannah), Skittles (Paige) and Ziggy (Madison). I worry a lot ( which is two words). About my kids (enough said). The economy or "money" but I don't know many people that don't worry about that. I worry about the future.... is there one? Will the world REALLY end on Dec 21st 2012? My dad used to say he worried a lot about spontaneous combustion when he was younger. I guess that's where I get it from.
Hockey Mom
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