But I wanna play too....

so brad was talking to Danielle (dana) about her softball team this summer and it was said that there were some 22 kids on her team. Brad called the main dude and found out that there were only two teams of 22 and 25 girls. Each girl would not get to play much and the season would go slow due to lack of games. Somehow I became a coach.....ha ha coach Ady! SCARY HUH!
So people are trusting me with the minds of today's youth. hmmm first I need to stop swearing so f'n much. Second I need to learn that this town is not much different from Harvard...lots of people kissing someone's ass. So the first day I said the word boobs and got the look from second chief on the totem pole. Does anyone remember Hopie from Colby? I have to assist on the traveling team on Tuesday nights and the other "girl" is like hopie. The main chief is glad to have someone who can show the girls how to pitch and so I'm currently coaching some 15 girls how to pitch....at the same time. I actually told on girl to go away, she keeps showing up in flip flops and telling me "that's not how my mom pitches." Finally I said how does your mom pitch and she shows me an unlimited arch that need it's own zip code. Unlimited arch goes up...hangs there for five minutes...then has to hit the black rubber behind home plate. Then I had a girl in 3rd grade that I renamed "What if"....what if the sky fell...what if I jump when I pitch....what if the girl hits it and it hits me....what if.....I said would you be interested in being a catcher. Danielle is a pitcher (and no I never made her do it) she is doing really good. I try not to be like my dad was with the 50 pitches a day YES DRILL SARGENT routine. We have to pick our teams on Monday because right now it's been a massive practice with all of the girls. Big chief asked me if I had any girls that I might want on my team. I thought...shit...I've turned into my dad! I named kids lefty, and what if.

Grandmas 86th birthday
Our neighbor has seaweed brought over from lake loraine. They need somewhere to dump it and he mixes it with his crops. So they dredge (is that the right term?) up frogs and our recent visitor a very large and angry snapping turtle. I named him snippy. I tried to poke him with a stick to get him to put his head in his shell so I could grab him, but he bit off the end of the stick.
I decided it would not be wise to grab him and used a shovel and large plastic bin. Please look at the picture below. Don't worry Snippy made it safely back to the lake while ridding in a plastic bin in the back of my truck. By the way, I didn't know that turtles hiss. Dad called up granny to see what she wanted for her birthday. She said nothing, of course! So dad asks her if she would like a turtle for her pool. Anyone who knows my grandma knows her weird sound effects, grunts, groans and that yodel when she wants you to know the phone is for you. So she says no. Well I found one of those turtles that you put into your pool and it swims around, so I shoved it in the bottom of a cute purse, that she loved, and played a joke on her. It worked out great, and she loves the turtle. When I told dad on the way there what I had planned, he was like, yep, your my kid.

Brad always thinks that I'm writing something bad about him in my blog....so here's my beef.
If I'm walking down the hall with cloths in my arms....don't ask me "what cha doing?"
If I'm standing next to the stove stirring something....don't ask me "what cha doing?"
If I'm in the bathroom and the door is closed................don't ask me "what cha doing?"


xxoo
Ady