Today is the last day of Fall Break. We had Thursday and Friday off, making for a 3 day week followed by a 4 day weekend. Gotta love that!
For this vacation, Bill and Forrest went to Vegas with Paul and Erik to watch football, play golf, and see how much damage they could do to the all-you-can-eat lobster buffet. While they were gone, we planned a girls' stay-cation weekend.
Thursday was spent making sure all homework and chores were done before the boys set out, so that everyone could relax and enjoy themselves. The boys left Thursday afternoon and Helena went to a party, leaving me home alone to watch The Devil Wears Prada and The Last of the Mohicans.
On Friday, Kirsten joined Helena and I on a shopping trip to the outlet stores in Park City. We had lunch at Ruby Tuesday, then walked up and down many of the stores. It was a gorgeous day, and turned out to be loads of fun even though I usually don't like shopping. We each got some needed clothes (Helena some jeans and a sweater, and a skirt and sweater for me) and it was wonderful to know that there was no rush and no schedule to keep. Friday night Helena went to another party and I stayed home and watched Lord of the Rings; The Two Towers.
On Saturday, after a quick trip out to my school to load and fire a kiln (my third graders are doing a clay project), Helena and I headed to the spa. Bill had given me a 'day at the spa' gift card for my birthday back in August and I hadn't used it yet. I scheduled Helena to get a mani/pedi at the same time as mine because it is just more fun to do that sort of thing together! My day at the spa started with an European facial that took an hour! Helena waited in the lobby reading a magazine for this part. Oh! The facial was so-o-o-o relaxing and wonderful!
After that, Helena joined me for pedicures and lunch (a steak salad from Rib City brought to me by the spa staff), then finally the manicures. My fingers and toes are now sporting a classy muted red that will look good with anything! It is weird to have color on my fingers. I usually only paint my toes because paint never lasts on my fingers due to work and chores. They look very elegant.
After the spa, Kirsten joined us again for grocery shopping, then dinner at our house. After Kirsten went home, Helena and I watched Singles Ward and Forever Strong back to back. By then it was 2 a.m. and we should have gone to bed. Did we? Of course not! We went onto a website called hulu.com to look up and watch the first 4 episodes of a new TV series called FlashForward. It was awesome! We didn't make it to bed until 5 a.m.!
This evening we went out to Kirsten's house and watched 27 Dresses with her.
Now the boys are home and it is time for everyone to go to bed so we can all return to our normal routines!
Willow Manor Ball
Hello everyone.
Before you wonder if I have stepped off the deep end of a drained pool, let me just introduce the 2nd annual Willow Manor Ball. I have been following Willow's blog, Willow Manor, for quite some time. She is literary, whimsical, and poetic. She is also hosting an online gala ball today! Helena and have both decided to virtually attend.
In order to attend the ball, there are many preparations to take care of. What to wear? Whom shall be my escort? When to arrive?
The escort is surprisingly simple. With an entire virtual pool of gorgeous men to chose from, I choose....
My husband!I hope none of you are surprised or let down. I really cannot imagine anyone sexier or more devoted. And then, of course, there is no scandal when he comes home with me!
Now, for my ensemble;
I really couldn't resist this gorgeous red confection of a dress. I was considering a delectable white chiffon number, but I felt the deep red was more appropriate for the season. I am just hopeful that I can breathe all night long in the tight corset required to keep the silhouette stunning throughout.I will drape a soft white silk shawl over my shoulders to keep the cool autumn air from ruining the evening.
I will use the long skirt of my dress to hide my low and comfortable heels so that I can dance all night with my husband, who will be so enchanted by the evening that he will actually enjoy the dancing and not even notice that he is wearing a "monkey suit".
I thought about putting my hair in an elegant twist similar to the model in the picture, but I am going to leave my long blonde tresses waving seductively down my back with just a glittering ruby pin to keep it out of my face. Bill does love my hair au natural.
A romantic evening all the way around!
A Tribute to Ms. Christensen and the AF Marching Band
The following was written on a KSL news message board about the accident. I was so moved by it that I decided to post it here. The writer is responding to a post on the message board from a man who took offense to the students at the accident site singing hymns to comfort one another when they discovered their teacher had died to save them. The complaint was, 'what difference does it make?'
Even people who profess no faith at all know that music can calm the mind and just as easily stir up emotions. Attend any musical venue and you have to know that it's true. The premise of your comment is like a sieve with water poured to it. Empty. Of all people these musicians should be afforded the respect to deal with loss in the manner they deem best for them.
When it comes to being let down, I prefer to believe that it is mankind that has most let down the One.
Music is a powerful force. This weekend's performances were no exception. I know because I was there. I am a Band Dad with the Meridian, ID High School Marching Band, and was in Pocatello at Holt Arena Saturday. It was a pleasure and an honor to participate in a wonderful day of musical excellence. Our Band director, Mr. Greg Felton works hard to bring out the best in our students. One way to help a student learn is by example and that is why earlier in the day Mr. Felton told everyone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I know we're finished with what we've set out to do here and I'm proud of the performance that we gave today, but we're not going to leave until after we've seen American Fork in the Open Division competition. We have a lot that we can learn from those people." I'm glad we did.
As the AF Band, Pit, and support crews filed onto the field I could already tell we were in for a treat. Their competence and dedication were already well evident. When the banner train came onto the field I knew this was one show I just had to record. The old WWII posters and photos setting the stage and the girls in the "Rosie the Riveter" outfits were amazing! My daughter, a French Horn/Mellophone player, was sitting by my side and when the music started playing we just turned and looked at each other. Finally she said, "Dad they're..., and with tears already in my eyes all I could say was, Yeah, I know". We were listening to the theme music from the HBO WWII movie series "Band of Brothers". For the first time, just one week ago, my daughter and I watched in a three night marathon all five discs of the awe inspiring efforts of the Men and Buddies that helped win for us the freedoms we now enjoy. (The morning after we finished watching it I made it a point to buy a dear WWII veteran friend of mine breakfast and thank him too.) Through the entire program I watched through eyes filled, and cheeks stained, with tears. The finale was the 'capstone' of an absolutely incredible performance. The awards they received Saturday night are WELL DESERVED.
We left Pocatello for home shortly after that memorable show. We stopped in Burley for dinner and continued on our way at 6:30pm. We were traveling west in our two-bus caravan. The sun had just set in the distance. The earth below the horizon had gone black and the long narrow sliver of sky between it and the low clouds had turned blood red. What happened next makes me shiver as I reflect now on that moment. I was sitting three seats behind the driver and was watching the bus just ahead of us as the thought occurred to me; 'If this bus for some reason was to lose control and drive off the road, what would I do?, how would I react? I pondered that for a minute, didn't like what I was thinking about, and put it out of my mind.
Approximately 30 minutes before our arrival in Meridian our Dance Team coach received a cell phone call from her mother with the news of the accident; that an adult had died and that many students were taken to the hospital. When we pulled up to the curb at the high school and just before we disembarked we broke the news to the kids. We were a humbled group as we set to the task of unloading and putting away our instruments and props. It was about 9:45pm as I made my way to the front of the school to head home when I saw a large group of students standing near and around the flag pole next to our Meridian Warriors monument stone near the main entrance to the school. On their own they were joining hands, forming an impromptu prayer circle, to pray for the students and families of American Fork High School and of the tragedy that had befallen them. With a lump in my throat I joined in.
As I now think about that prayer circle I recall the hymn 'Amazing Grace' was playing itself over and over in my mind. How appropriate. The fact is even 10,000 years can't change the impact of the sacrifices that Heather Christensen made for her students and the ultimate sacrifice she gave by taking the wheel to protect her kids. She did the Right Thing. She had the Right Stuff. We can only hope to be like her.
To my dying day, when I see the black and red of a Western Sunset, I will remember the events of that special day in Heather's life and in those moments remind myself to strive to make the rest of the days left in mine a little better for it.
Go Black and Red
Take it to the top!
Dale Stucker
Meridian, Idaho
American Fork Marching Band bus crash
The school marching band was at a competition at Idaho State University yesterday and swept first place in all categories in their division. They were traveling home on I-15 in four buses when the driver of the second bus (from what the news is telling) blacked out due to a medical condition. Heather Christensen, the woodwind instructor, was sitting right by the driver and jumped up to try to regain control of the bus, and was killed when the bus crashed. She is being hailed as a hero and is credited for saving the lives of the students on the bus by her actions.
At first we thought it was Mrs. Christianson, a new young teacher who was a student teacher in Will's band last year and has been hired part time at the Jr. High. Since some Jr. High 9th graders are in the HS marching band, we thought the news was about her. Will was very upset! Then we found out that it was Ms. Christensen, the woodwind instructor at the HS. Both Helena and Will know her, too, though.
Here is a link to the Salt Lake Tribune's news article.
We got a phone call about 15 minutes after the crash. Helena answered the phone and immediately started crying and worrying about her friends in the band program. After a few stressed out minutes, I suggested she try calling their cell phones. She was able to reach her friend, Daniel, who is on the drum line. He told her he was in the bus immediately behind the one that crashed and that the crashed bus was the woodwind bus!
We then thought of Ellie and Sierra John and Aleen Day. They are girls in our ward who play woodwind instruments in the marching band. Helena has known them for half her life. Helena called her YW adviser and found out that Bro. and Sis. John had driven up to the competition, so Ellie and Sierra were riding home with their parents and weren't on the bus, but saw the crash.
Aleen was in the bus, though. She was one of the students who were life flighted to the hospital with back injuries! The information her family has sent out is that she seems to be okay and has been kept in the hospital overnight for observation. I can only imagine the stress to her family! I am sure they left immediately for Idaho. Aleen's mother has been battling breast cancer this past year. They didn't need any more on their plates!
This was just another example to me of how the world has changed! News and information is now instantly available. When President Hinkley died, we knew within moments of the news release because Helena's friends texted her. In fact, there was a fire storm of text at that occasion, as there was now. Phone calls, texts, and social networking sites spread the news throughout the community instantly. There was no agonized waiting at the school for parents to wait and hear which students were injured.
The high school students gathered at the school at midnight to welcome home the returning buses, and the students are all going to dress in Sunday best for school on Monday to Honor Ms. Christensen.
At first we thought it was Mrs. Christianson, a new young teacher who was a student teacher in Will's band last year and has been hired part time at the Jr. High. Since some Jr. High 9th graders are in the HS marching band, we thought the news was about her. Will was very upset! Then we found out that it was Ms. Christensen, the woodwind instructor at the HS. Both Helena and Will know her, too, though.
Here is a link to the Salt Lake Tribune's news article.
We got a phone call about 15 minutes after the crash. Helena answered the phone and immediately started crying and worrying about her friends in the band program. After a few stressed out minutes, I suggested she try calling their cell phones. She was able to reach her friend, Daniel, who is on the drum line. He told her he was in the bus immediately behind the one that crashed and that the crashed bus was the woodwind bus!
We then thought of Ellie and Sierra John and Aleen Day. They are girls in our ward who play woodwind instruments in the marching band. Helena has known them for half her life. Helena called her YW adviser and found out that Bro. and Sis. John had driven up to the competition, so Ellie and Sierra were riding home with their parents and weren't on the bus, but saw the crash.
Aleen was in the bus, though. She was one of the students who were life flighted to the hospital with back injuries! The information her family has sent out is that she seems to be okay and has been kept in the hospital overnight for observation. I can only imagine the stress to her family! I am sure they left immediately for Idaho. Aleen's mother has been battling breast cancer this past year. They didn't need any more on their plates!
This was just another example to me of how the world has changed! News and information is now instantly available. When President Hinkley died, we knew within moments of the news release because Helena's friends texted her. In fact, there was a fire storm of text at that occasion, as there was now. Phone calls, texts, and social networking sites spread the news throughout the community instantly. There was no agonized waiting at the school for parents to wait and hear which students were injured.
The high school students gathered at the school at midnight to welcome home the returning buses, and the students are all going to dress in Sunday best for school on Monday to Honor Ms. Christensen.
Anything that can go wrong....
This was an extremely frustrating afternoon/evening for me.
Today was the first day of parent/teacher conference at my school. I don't have to stay for the full time, so I can dictate my own hours at the conferences. In the past, I have gone from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. on both nights. This year, I decided to be there from 4 p.m. until 7 p.m. instead.
However, Will needed a ride home from school at 2:45 because he had his baritone today and can't carry it all the way home. I left work at 2:30, in such a hurry that I failed to grab my cell phone out of my coat pocket, which I left at school with the rationalization that I wouldn't need it until later that evening.
When I arrived at the junior high at 2:50 - no Will. I waited impatiently for 5 minutes, then went in search for him, repenting of the mistake of leaving my cell phone at work.
I discovered that his band (symphonic) had an after school rehearsal today! How did that fail to get on the calendar?! I quickly conferenced with Will and agreed that he should lock up his baritone in his band locker and walk home. He then informed me that Helena has been desperately trying to call me and get a ride home from the High School.
WHAT?!
Helena ordinarily gets a ride home from a senior on Thursdays. How did she get stranded at the High School?! I quickly drove over to her school, nervously glancing at the clock. It was 3:10 p.m. It takes 20 minutes to drive back out to my school.
When I turned the corner onto Caveman Blvd., I saw Bill's work truck coming the opposite direction, with Helena in the passenger seat. I realized immediately that she must have called her dad for a ride when she was unsuccessful in reaching me. Great. That must have been more than a slight inconvenience for him.
We all returned home to discover that Helena had decided to stay after for help with her math and had assumed that we could all shift our plans easily to accommodate her.
So. After thanking Bill for coming to the rescue, I headed out at 3:30 to try and get back to my school with enough time to eat something from the PTA dinner before opening my classroom at 4:00. I thought I would stop at Maverik in Lehi and get an icee. I hesitated, thinking maybe I should just grab a 50 cent soda in the faculty room, but decided I really could use the icee after my wasted trip home. Bad choice.
Right after I pulled into my parking slot and stepped out of the car, the Ford F-150 in the parking stall next to mine started to pull out... and swung too wide. He hit my car!
GREAT!
I quickly realized that he didn't to any severe damage. Just a little buffing from a body shop and all would be well. I was willing to just exchange insurance info and hurry on my way, but, of course, this was an anything that can go wrong kind of day. He (the truck driver) insisted on calling in the police for an official report because the truck he was driving was a work truck. AURGH!
I got to wait there for the policeman to arrive and do his thing.
I finally left the Maverik parking lot at 4:00. Yeah.
So there you have it. A super long post about my frustrating afternoon!
I ended up having lots of parents come to see me and it was a good evening... at least until I got home again.
Today was the first day of parent/teacher conference at my school. I don't have to stay for the full time, so I can dictate my own hours at the conferences. In the past, I have gone from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. on both nights. This year, I decided to be there from 4 p.m. until 7 p.m. instead.
However, Will needed a ride home from school at 2:45 because he had his baritone today and can't carry it all the way home. I left work at 2:30, in such a hurry that I failed to grab my cell phone out of my coat pocket, which I left at school with the rationalization that I wouldn't need it until later that evening.
When I arrived at the junior high at 2:50 - no Will. I waited impatiently for 5 minutes, then went in search for him, repenting of the mistake of leaving my cell phone at work.
I discovered that his band (symphonic) had an after school rehearsal today! How did that fail to get on the calendar?! I quickly conferenced with Will and agreed that he should lock up his baritone in his band locker and walk home. He then informed me that Helena has been desperately trying to call me and get a ride home from the High School.
WHAT?!
Helena ordinarily gets a ride home from a senior on Thursdays. How did she get stranded at the High School?! I quickly drove over to her school, nervously glancing at the clock. It was 3:10 p.m. It takes 20 minutes to drive back out to my school.
When I turned the corner onto Caveman Blvd., I saw Bill's work truck coming the opposite direction, with Helena in the passenger seat. I realized immediately that she must have called her dad for a ride when she was unsuccessful in reaching me. Great. That must have been more than a slight inconvenience for him.
We all returned home to discover that Helena had decided to stay after for help with her math and had assumed that we could all shift our plans easily to accommodate her.
So. After thanking Bill for coming to the rescue, I headed out at 3:30 to try and get back to my school with enough time to eat something from the PTA dinner before opening my classroom at 4:00. I thought I would stop at Maverik in Lehi and get an icee. I hesitated, thinking maybe I should just grab a 50 cent soda in the faculty room, but decided I really could use the icee after my wasted trip home. Bad choice.
Right after I pulled into my parking slot and stepped out of the car, the Ford F-150 in the parking stall next to mine started to pull out... and swung too wide. He hit my car!
GREAT!
I quickly realized that he didn't to any severe damage. Just a little buffing from a body shop and all would be well. I was willing to just exchange insurance info and hurry on my way, but, of course, this was an anything that can go wrong kind of day. He (the truck driver) insisted on calling in the police for an official report because the truck he was driving was a work truck. AURGH!
I got to wait there for the policeman to arrive and do his thing.
I finally left the Maverik parking lot at 4:00. Yeah.
So there you have it. A super long post about my frustrating afternoon!
I ended up having lots of parents come to see me and it was a good evening... at least until I got home again.
A really BIG tonka truck!
Yes, as boys get bigger, so do their toys!
Bill brought home another dump truck load of top soil and dropped it in front of the house in what used to be our front yard (and will be again, someday). He had to negotiate this enormous truck over the narrow 'bridge' of our driveway over the ditch, and between the weeping birch and the water meter... another narrow space! He did it, though, and made driving such a huge monster of a truck look easy.
The driveway 'bridge' is not taking the weight of the dump truck very well, however. These photos show that the bridge is slowly breaking apart under the crushing weight. The cones are there so that I can negotiate between them with the cars. Yes, he still drives the dump truck right over it despite its sorry condition. I hope it holds out just a little longer! We planned to replace it once the driveway gets paved.
Dinner?
Helena just stated that it is dinner time and we should look online for a good recipe. She then said we should find something that involves 'marshmallows, chocolate, and ... chicken!'
I kid you not.
I kid you not.
Are you seriously going to share that HERE?!
Today on the way home from work I stopped at Walkers to get Icees for myself and the kids. I do this often enough that the manager knows to pull out one of those drink holders whenever he sees me come in.
Today, while waiting in line to pay for my treats, an elderly man ahead of me struck up a conversation with a young man he knew on acquaintance. While they were talking, a third man overheard their conversation (about the young man's grandfather pulling out of the mayoral race) and decided to join it. He then went on to spill highly personal and damaging information about himself to the entire convenience store crowd! (Something about his ex-wife and assault charges brought against him and unfair treatment? I still don't know what all of this has to do with the young man's grandfather's mayoral aspirations.)
I mean, SERIOUSLY?!
First of all, whatever possessed the man to butt into someone else's conversation? The older gentleman and the younger obviously knew one another, but the third man knew neither of them! There was no reason whatsoever to interrupt them.
Secondly, I would NEVER share such personal information with anyone except close relatives in a VERY private setting! Nothing could tempt me to expose myself or my family in such a way.
Which brings me to another topic... those extremely annoying 1/2 conversations we are all forced to endure at the gas station, in the grocery store, or anywhere else that self absorbed people feel they can't possibly unplug themselves and give us some peace. Talk about exposing! How many times have you overheard snippets of conversation that you felt really should have been kept private? I feel embarrassed for them since they don't have the sense to feel embarrassed for themselves. My friends and family might get slightly annoyed at me from time to time for failing to answer my phone when I am in a store, but I think they would probably appreciate me NOT sharing their conversation with the world.
Call me old-fashioned, if you like.
Today, while waiting in line to pay for my treats, an elderly man ahead of me struck up a conversation with a young man he knew on acquaintance. While they were talking, a third man overheard their conversation (about the young man's grandfather pulling out of the mayoral race) and decided to join it. He then went on to spill highly personal and damaging information about himself to the entire convenience store crowd! (Something about his ex-wife and assault charges brought against him and unfair treatment? I still don't know what all of this has to do with the young man's grandfather's mayoral aspirations.)
I mean, SERIOUSLY?!
First of all, whatever possessed the man to butt into someone else's conversation? The older gentleman and the younger obviously knew one another, but the third man knew neither of them! There was no reason whatsoever to interrupt them.
Secondly, I would NEVER share such personal information with anyone except close relatives in a VERY private setting! Nothing could tempt me to expose myself or my family in such a way.
Which brings me to another topic... those extremely annoying 1/2 conversations we are all forced to endure at the gas station, in the grocery store, or anywhere else that self absorbed people feel they can't possibly unplug themselves and give us some peace. Talk about exposing! How many times have you overheard snippets of conversation that you felt really should have been kept private? I feel embarrassed for them since they don't have the sense to feel embarrassed for themselves. My friends and family might get slightly annoyed at me from time to time for failing to answer my phone when I am in a store, but I think they would probably appreciate me NOT sharing their conversation with the world.
Call me old-fashioned, if you like.
How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World
Last time Helena and I were in Borders, I was seriously weighing the merits (and the gross tonnage) of various 2010 Complete Guide to Colleges Around the Globe -You know, those doorstop books with newsprint thin pages and microscopic print that tell you everything you never thought to ask about every institute of higher learning that ever existed- when Helena ran off with an 'Oh my gosh, do you think they have it?!' sort of comment and returned with this book.
How to be a Hepburn in a Hilton World
I agreed to buy it for her. She enjoyed reading it, then said she wanted to loan it out to her friend, Caitlin. I asked her to let me read it first. What a great book for any young woman to read these days! I thought at first that this was one of those Deseret Book kind of authors, but was pleased to find that it wasn't!
Don't get me wrong. I have nothing against the churchy set. I just really like to see a down to earth and helpful book coming from a secular point of view! It is good to have some concrete here-and-now reasons to be classy that have nothing to do with making it to the Celestial Kingdom.
So here is my current read. It will be joining the other books on the shelf once I am finished with it.
The patios
The stones are laid and set for both patios (as you could probably tell, since we had our 'virgin' fire in the fire pit already). It was back breaking work and I really appreciate that Bill was willing to do it!
The next stage is to bring in dirt to raise up the garden level to where it was originally. Eight years ago, Bill removed tons of dirt from the garden to lower it to the same level as the lower part of the yard, then put gated pipes under the fence to enable the flood irrigation to reach the garden. It worked very well.
Now, however, we are no longer allowed to use flood irrigation because the city piped and pressurized the irrigation system. So, he is raising the garden level again. This will give us more tillable square footage.
After that, the rest of the stones will be put in place and the remaining dirt to raise up the yard elevation next to the house (for improved drainage). Then the sprinkler system can be installed, along with a 'stream' so that there is a water feature to listen to. All of this work is being done by Bill, so it is costing very little just to buy materials.
MaKena Can! 5K next weekend
McKenna is a 12 year old girl who used to be a student of mine who has leukemia. She was first diagnosed when she was 9 and went through treatment that made her miss school for a time. Her cancer went into remission and she was able to attend some of 4th grade and 5th through 6th grades. In fourth, she wore a hat every day, but by 5th grade her hair had grown back curly and sandy blonde. She told me that it used to be straight and darker.
Now that she is in 7th grade, the leukemia has returned.
She is one of the cutest and sweetest children I have known, and I have known a lot of children.
Her family and friends have set up a web site (the link at the top of this post) to help raise money to cover the cost of treatment and as a support for her as she goes through this yet again. They are hosting a fundraiser 5K that will happen next weekend. It is a run/walk/bike version. I am glad, because I plan to bike it. I am not in good enough shape to put in a respectable showing on my feet.
If you are interested in joining us in getting some exercise for a very good cause, click on the link to register. If you live too far away to participate, but would still like to donate to help MaKenna, that is also an option on the web site.
I am not very interested in giving away money, even to good causes. I am not a good person that way. Most of the time I feel like my money will never actually benefit anyone and will just be used for more advertisements or bureaucracy. I guess I need a personal connection in order to feel the money is going to a good use. I know McKenna and I know it must be super difficult to face this again.
I plan to be there next weekend. In fact, we're making it a family outing. I'll let you know how it goes.
October
Here we are at the beginning of another month! I celebrated by selecting a new background for my blog. I hope you like it. If not, well, there will be a new look in 31 days! I actually find it fun to change out my blog background fairly often (you probably didn't notice). I had a hard time moving away from my September background, however, because I thought it was so pretty. Never fear. I have the codes all saved in a Word file on my laptop, so old backgrounds will reappear from time to time.
Will had a lacrosse game today. It was a North County vs. South County game. Actually, it was a Pleasant Grove (with Will thrown in) vs. Mapleton (with a Lehi guy thrown in) game. PG and Mapleton have coaches for this age group and are really gung-ho. We aren't so lucky.
This fall lacrosse league was a big disappointment because Will's team was lackluster and no-show. There were 7 boys on the roster, but only 2-4 boys would show up on any given game day. There were no practices and there was no coach. Coaches are volunteers, and you need a parent to basically step up and take the roll. That is why the PG and Mapleton teams are so awesome. They have some excellent coach/parents. There weren't any parents stepping up for our team. This left us playing scrimmages by sharing players over from the other team and playing a version that has no goalies.
I know. You are saying, "Why didn't YOU step up and coach, then?"
I am the mom. He doesn't want me to be his coach.
Besides. I know next to nothing about this game! I think you have to at least know the positions and the rules to be able to coach.
Anyway, back to tonight's game. We won, but we sure played dirty! At least, that it what it seemed like when you see how many times the refs send your players to penalty box and the parents from the other side are screaming 'foul' every few plays.
I should say one parent screamed. She has been obnoxiously loud all fall. Bill knew instantly who we were playing solely based on hearing her yelling from the sidelines. Once last week her son yelled back at her from mid game, 'It's not as easy as it looks, mom!' That got the refs on the next field over laughing and talking about her. That is how loud she is.
Will had a lacrosse game today. It was a North County vs. South County game. Actually, it was a Pleasant Grove (with Will thrown in) vs. Mapleton (with a Lehi guy thrown in) game. PG and Mapleton have coaches for this age group and are really gung-ho. We aren't so lucky.
This fall lacrosse league was a big disappointment because Will's team was lackluster and no-show. There were 7 boys on the roster, but only 2-4 boys would show up on any given game day. There were no practices and there was no coach. Coaches are volunteers, and you need a parent to basically step up and take the roll. That is why the PG and Mapleton teams are so awesome. They have some excellent coach/parents. There weren't any parents stepping up for our team. This left us playing scrimmages by sharing players over from the other team and playing a version that has no goalies.
I know. You are saying, "Why didn't YOU step up and coach, then?"
I am the mom. He doesn't want me to be his coach.
Besides. I know next to nothing about this game! I think you have to at least know the positions and the rules to be able to coach.
Anyway, back to tonight's game. We won, but we sure played dirty! At least, that it what it seemed like when you see how many times the refs send your players to penalty box and the parents from the other side are screaming 'foul' every few plays.
I should say one parent screamed. She has been obnoxiously loud all fall. Bill knew instantly who we were playing solely based on hearing her yelling from the sidelines. Once last week her son yelled back at her from mid game, 'It's not as easy as it looks, mom!' That got the refs on the next field over laughing and talking about her. That is how loud she is.
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