Ill say it hard and Ill say it loud.
We took last place but are unreasonably proud!
Here is why I love kickball. You can do something really stupid but good things might happen like while the other team was trying to make a spectacle out of getting you out, your team-mate who is actually fast and good can score a run and people are still very excited for you! Friends, Ive been waiting my whole life for something like this to happen.
RT friends remind me if im mistaken, but I dont really remember Norm constantly challenging himself to find new and different ways to create messes, destroy property and physically endanger himself and others. Ok what is the positive here? The turnip is not a behavior problem waiting to happen. He is just....goal driven. Go turnip.
OMG! On a completely different note the turnip just linked together the words poop and ma butt! There was babble in between but judging from the stink, I think he is developing the ability to elaborate on his communication. Go turnip. Again.
Ok stay tuned as i bitch myself to gretty and hold on to my tuesday twelve til hers as done. In the meantime, Ill try to get my little photo essay of last night with gretty. Ive entitled it "A designated driver in decline".
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Thursday, October 18, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
oh there's a tuesday twelve a comin'
But it aint here yet. Instead? You guessed it. Stars devoid of theme.
* My right palm has been getting very itchy for the past three nights when I go to bed. Like flesh tearingly itchy. But without any rash. Gill thinks Im coming into some money. I think Gill is insane and that I am having some allergic reaction to something by my bed.
* Have you ever been in a situation where you need to make someone who doesnt like you or believe in what you do cooperate with you? Well, thats basically my job. I dont mind it but Im realizing more and more that when my efforts result in making said person like me, I become kind of depressed and slightly horrified. Its like accidentally being too friendly to the creepiest kid in school and finding that they glommed on to you. Except instead of subtly but firmly brushing the person off, you have to keep being friendly. And at the end of the day, after they've looked down your shirt (with your consent) a few times, you just feel kind of....gross.
*Tomorrow is the last game of the kickball season. We did not make play offs. But we found out that we are not at the bottom. We are actually in a three way tie for last place. If we win tomorrow that jumps us up the board like crazy (but we still will not make play offs)
* Have I mentioned lately how much I love Dexter (not the laboratory but the serial killer)? My only complaint is that his sister continues to over cuss. It sounds stupid. Im all about cussing but it has to flow. Her cussing doesnt flow. I dont blame the actress. Its written that way.
* Gret has helped me come to the realization that im possibly overmedicated right now. It would explain why when my shrink upped my adderall to 60mgs from 50 I completely fell apart organizationally. I see him on thursday. My therapist wants me to go medieval on his ass. I just might.
* Well that provided a perfect segue (yes for you Moe because it will NEVER get old!) into my therapeutic breakthrough this evening! (its a story so im not starring paragraphs) I was sharing some frustration with different areas in my life and relating my surprise at both my strong reactions to these frustrations and how right these strong reactions felt for me. We were discussing the difference between these reactions and those irrational "omg my meds clearly need adjusted" moments. I was sharing my fear that I may have evolved into a complete jerk and just dont care anymore. My therapist said one sentence and it was like the fog lifted. "You arent being heard".
Friends, I thought Id been struck by lightening but in a good way. It explained why i keep thinking that the world would be a better place if people just LISTENED to me. DAMN RIGHT IM NOT BEING HEARD!!! It was so obvious because I was so clearly not being heard in either of the areas Id identified to her and had actually mentioned this to people who cared enough to listen to me but I didnt link it to my strong frustration. I even began an email addressing some frustrations to my friend the other day and one of my first lines was "thank you so much for hearing me". Yet i still didnt realize any connection. My first reaction was "ok so why do i need to get heard so badly? what deficit is this in me?" and then she throws me ANOTHER curve ball! She says its NORMAL and NECESSARY to make yourself heard. Im not going to bog the blog down with lengthy explanations as to why this is novel to me but Ill tell you, Im kind of pumped up about it! We didnt get to the part where she told me how to manage it so we will all be waiting two more weeks to find out. I do see this as a new stage in Operation Kiss My Ass and Im excited!
Stay Tuned for Gretty's tuesday twelve. Twelve songs that make me feel happy!
* My right palm has been getting very itchy for the past three nights when I go to bed. Like flesh tearingly itchy. But without any rash. Gill thinks Im coming into some money. I think Gill is insane and that I am having some allergic reaction to something by my bed.
* Have you ever been in a situation where you need to make someone who doesnt like you or believe in what you do cooperate with you? Well, thats basically my job. I dont mind it but Im realizing more and more that when my efforts result in making said person like me, I become kind of depressed and slightly horrified. Its like accidentally being too friendly to the creepiest kid in school and finding that they glommed on to you. Except instead of subtly but firmly brushing the person off, you have to keep being friendly. And at the end of the day, after they've looked down your shirt (with your consent) a few times, you just feel kind of....gross.
*Tomorrow is the last game of the kickball season. We did not make play offs. But we found out that we are not at the bottom. We are actually in a three way tie for last place. If we win tomorrow that jumps us up the board like crazy (but we still will not make play offs)
* Have I mentioned lately how much I love Dexter (not the laboratory but the serial killer)? My only complaint is that his sister continues to over cuss. It sounds stupid. Im all about cussing but it has to flow. Her cussing doesnt flow. I dont blame the actress. Its written that way.
* Gret has helped me come to the realization that im possibly overmedicated right now. It would explain why when my shrink upped my adderall to 60mgs from 50 I completely fell apart organizationally. I see him on thursday. My therapist wants me to go medieval on his ass. I just might.
* Well that provided a perfect segue (yes for you Moe because it will NEVER get old!) into my therapeutic breakthrough this evening! (its a story so im not starring paragraphs) I was sharing some frustration with different areas in my life and relating my surprise at both my strong reactions to these frustrations and how right these strong reactions felt for me. We were discussing the difference between these reactions and those irrational "omg my meds clearly need adjusted" moments. I was sharing my fear that I may have evolved into a complete jerk and just dont care anymore. My therapist said one sentence and it was like the fog lifted. "You arent being heard".
Friends, I thought Id been struck by lightening but in a good way. It explained why i keep thinking that the world would be a better place if people just LISTENED to me. DAMN RIGHT IM NOT BEING HEARD!!! It was so obvious because I was so clearly not being heard in either of the areas Id identified to her and had actually mentioned this to people who cared enough to listen to me but I didnt link it to my strong frustration. I even began an email addressing some frustrations to my friend the other day and one of my first lines was "thank you so much for hearing me". Yet i still didnt realize any connection. My first reaction was "ok so why do i need to get heard so badly? what deficit is this in me?" and then she throws me ANOTHER curve ball! She says its NORMAL and NECESSARY to make yourself heard. Im not going to bog the blog down with lengthy explanations as to why this is novel to me but Ill tell you, Im kind of pumped up about it! We didnt get to the part where she told me how to manage it so we will all be waiting two more weeks to find out. I do see this as a new stage in Operation Kiss My Ass and Im excited!
Stay Tuned for Gretty's tuesday twelve. Twelve songs that make me feel happy!
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Kickball update
Shame. On. Me. Two games in and no real kickball report. What you must think of me! Forgive me friends. Its such an all encompassing experience that one blog post doesnt really sum it up. I think dashes will be the only way to do this justice.
On the negative side:
- We've "lost" two games. Ten to nothing.
- They call the game after a ten to nothing lead.
-This means a game which can last no longer than an hour, can also be called once the ten point shut out occurs.
- The first game came close to the hour. Tonight the game was called in roughly twenty five minutes.
- I have not yet made it to base.
- I play right field. I completely missed two balls today and literally fell on the ground trying to catch another one. (and yes i missed)
- I think I actively dislike one of our team members. Too soon to say because i just met her, but if you dont show up for practices and only show up for the game today and nobody knows you maybe you shouldnt make snotty comments about the practice we need? (see i feel ok saying this because i know the team and have missed both practices and do not feel its appropriate or necessary to criticise "us")
- There have been points during both games that I was more than slightly suspicious that the opposing team starting feeling sorry for us and allowing us to get them out. (My team is good though so that could have been my own low self esteem!)
- The "good game" team slap at the end of the feels very impersonal. I am not sure if I felt xenophobic about the other teams before or after I noticed this half-assed expression of sportsmanship.
- Also, we got booed by a five year old from a team we werent even playing today. I did allow myself a bit of snarkiness in his direction but not enough that I will not have a complete grudge for the team when we play them.
The positives
- Tonight the other team let us play after they shut us out, giving us an additional half hour of practice.
- I made two plays today that seemed to be successful from my perspective. Neither worked out as a gain to our team but I still felt good about it
- We are pretty damn good at bunting as a team
- We are also funny and entertaining
- Being with my friends like this is so damn good for my soul.
- I caught several balls in practice (put your boobs into the ball, this is the key)
- I also am learning to turn the ball around.
- I think Im starting to learn to read what the kickers are going to do.
- If I can learn to play better, I think I could be a secret strength because you can tell that the other people completely underestimate me.
- The refs have been really nice. I didnt like the one from tonight at first, but he turned out to be really cool in general. He did directly make fun of me in a dicklike way when i came up to kick but his overall attitude towards the team was really positive.
- I attribute this to our amazing team captain T. She shmoozing and makes them love us.
- Our t-shirts are so much prettier than the other teams.
- We played the defending champions last week and really made them work for the game. Sort of. They won on three specific errors. This means once we get our shit together we will be unstoppable.
We can really rock at this. I know we can. Go Ballistics!
On the negative side:
- We've "lost" two games. Ten to nothing.
- They call the game after a ten to nothing lead.
-This means a game which can last no longer than an hour, can also be called once the ten point shut out occurs.
- The first game came close to the hour. Tonight the game was called in roughly twenty five minutes.
- I have not yet made it to base.
- I play right field. I completely missed two balls today and literally fell on the ground trying to catch another one. (and yes i missed)
- I think I actively dislike one of our team members. Too soon to say because i just met her, but if you dont show up for practices and only show up for the game today and nobody knows you maybe you shouldnt make snotty comments about the practice we need? (see i feel ok saying this because i know the team and have missed both practices and do not feel its appropriate or necessary to criticise "us")
- There have been points during both games that I was more than slightly suspicious that the opposing team starting feeling sorry for us and allowing us to get them out. (My team is good though so that could have been my own low self esteem!)
- The "good game" team slap at the end of the feels very impersonal. I am not sure if I felt xenophobic about the other teams before or after I noticed this half-assed expression of sportsmanship.
- Also, we got booed by a five year old from a team we werent even playing today. I did allow myself a bit of snarkiness in his direction but not enough that I will not have a complete grudge for the team when we play them.
The positives
- Tonight the other team let us play after they shut us out, giving us an additional half hour of practice.
- I made two plays today that seemed to be successful from my perspective. Neither worked out as a gain to our team but I still felt good about it
- We are pretty damn good at bunting as a team
- We are also funny and entertaining
- Being with my friends like this is so damn good for my soul.
- I caught several balls in practice (put your boobs into the ball, this is the key)
- I also am learning to turn the ball around.
- I think Im starting to learn to read what the kickers are going to do.
- If I can learn to play better, I think I could be a secret strength because you can tell that the other people completely underestimate me.
- The refs have been really nice. I didnt like the one from tonight at first, but he turned out to be really cool in general. He did directly make fun of me in a dicklike way when i came up to kick but his overall attitude towards the team was really positive.
- I attribute this to our amazing team captain T. She shmoozing and makes them love us.
- Our t-shirts are so much prettier than the other teams.
- We played the defending champions last week and really made them work for the game. Sort of. They won on three specific errors. This means once we get our shit together we will be unstoppable.
We can really rock at this. I know we can. Go Ballistics!
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