I definitely know that I'm getting older and I now remember why I didn't play soccer after my freshman year in college (one reason being is that I still felt like the freshman on the field and not an upper classman). The other reason is my knee. I hurt my knee my freshman year in college playing soccer. My trainer told me that I might have some cartilage damage and a ligament sprain. They didn't do an MRI or any other test but I know that I hurt real bad. Well yesterday the visiting softball team came to town to play our HS softball team and they had their stuff in the smaller of the 2 gyms that we have. Well the first class that I had that day was very large and we needed to use the 2nd gym to finish out our pickleball tournament. My cooperating teacher (CT) Jon said that we had to do something else. He said one thing that I need to learn is to think quick in my feet a task that I have never really be great at but I'm learning now. So he looked around the gym and saw that the track team had left their crash mats out. Those are the large mats that they use to fall into when they are doing the high jump, etc. Well there are 2 of them and J told me about a kickball game he plays with the mats. He uses the mats as bases and the kids are allowed to jump into them when they are running to first or second. Third base and home are standard bases. The basic rules are that the ball doesn't have to go straight. It can go backwards, sideways, forwards, etc. You can kick the ball into the bleachers, bounce it off the walls, window, etc. The only thing that is considered out is the ceiling. If you kicked the ball into the rafters you were out automatically. A homerun is when you kicked it and it hit the back wall. Well the first class had about 35-40 kids in there. There were enough people that I didn't need to play. All the kids enjoyed it and they were running around the whole period. So the 2nd class I wanted to play and J said go ahead, I'll pitch and ump the game. So I went on the team that was short. There were only about 10 people on my team and there were several innings where I got to kick 2 or 3 times. It is such a fast pace game. So I'm running the bases and throwing people out, it was a great time. I loved it. I even kicked a grand slam, I was quite impressed with myself. Anyways, the last class got bored with warm-ups easily so we decided to start playing early. The game was a blow out, and my team lost. I HATE TO LOSE! and I let the all know that too. I didn't yell but I was very frustrated with a few players on my team. Anyways, I was running pretty hard in both of the classes and then we went out bowling last night as well. I didn't realize how bad my knee hurt until we started to bowl. I mean it hurt to even step up on to the platform to bowl. I only bowled 2 games and then went and played the slots. The 2nd game as really a struggle. T has gotten really good at bowling. He wasn't even trying and he bowled a 199 and 197 the first 2 games and his squadron won the base bowling league, they won $221. Not bad for 8 months of bowling putting in $13 a night to play. We came home after that and I was totally ready for bed. This morning I felt good until I started to walk. My knee was killing me, not to mention how sore I was. I mean I can handle the soreness, I can't handle the knee. Maybe when my student teaching is all over I'll go and get it looked at. I just want to finish so bad it isn't funny. I'm so sick of school but this was on my lifetime goals list and it is another box that is checked so I'm pretty proud.
Tim finished the floor in the bathroom so now the hallway and the bathroom is finished and it looks great. The toilet was the most challeging thing to do from what I saw. I think he only messed up on one board. There are a few boards that are chipped but who cares, it isn't like this is our house or anything. We have decided to do the dining room as well. We have a whole box of boards left over and we only need to by 3 or 4 more boxes to do the other room. It will make our lives easier so why not.
I have to tell you the story about my grandparents and my sister. We all have those moments in life that they will never live down and this is my sisters. I will tell mine later, maybe during this post if times allows. My mother has moved to RI and my sister is still living and going to school in NC. My grandparents are snow birds and it is time for them to migrate north for the summer. Now they are great people, don't get me wrong but you can really only deal with them for a day or so and then it is time for them to go. They have their ways and they aren't going to change and they don't like being out of their routine. So they won't drive more than 8 hours in any given day so it usually takes them 5 or so days to get back to RI depending on how much shopping Nana wants to do and where she wants to do it. Well my mother's house is the perfect stopping point for them but since she isn't there they are going to stop and see my sister. My sister got out of work for 2 days for their visit. She only has a 1 bedroom apt. so she gives up her bed for them. Before they even get there she calls me freaking out about what to make them for dinner (Nana can be some what critical at times). I call her later to find that she is going to make roast chicken and veggies with some rice. I say it sounds good call me when they leave in a couple of days to let me know how the visit went. So she called today and starts at the beginning. They drove her nuts etc. etc. She said she started dinner around 5 or so and the bird weighed about 4lb so it would take about 1 hour 20 or so minutes. She put the seasonings etc. on the bird, puts onions and carrots in the bird etc, and puts some veggies around the bird with a small amount of water in it. She puts the chicken in the oven and walks away. When the timer goes off she goes to check on the bird and cuts it to make sure it is done. She said she must have hit a blood vessel cause as soon as she started to cut it looked slightly pink. She also was wondering where all the meat was. She didn't really see any when she was checking for doneness. She puts it back in for another 15 min. or so. Takes it out again and is still wondering where all the meat is. She called Nana over to look at it and she said throw it in for another 15 min. to be sure it is done. She does. Takes it out again and really starts to panic. She starts to cut the drumstick wondering where all the meat is. At this point my grandfather, Pappa, comes over and is wondering what the hell is going on. Bri (my sis) walks away thinking that she got 4 lbs. of bone. She hears a lot of cracking coming from the kitchen where Pappa is cutting up the chicken. So you ready for the punch line. My wonderful Martha Stewart sister cooked the chicken upside down. Yes, upside down. I laugh hysterically at her, I told her that I don't ever want to hear about my rice story again. She said, "But Andi the chicken sat perfectly in the pan, I couldn't tell if it was upside down or not, it looked right." I laughed like hell, it was so funny. This is the one that she will never live down, I can't wait to tell my father.
So you want to know mine. Mine is a little shorter or at least I can make it that way. So I was about 15 or 16 and I was told to make dinner. Now I was never one to stay in the kitchen, I was always watching the game or out playing some sport all the time. I thought I knew how to cook the basics, ya know pasta, grilled cheese, French toast, pancakes, and soup from a can. Anyways, I was told to make the rice for dinner. I read the package and it said to brown the rice. I added the butter and browned the rice. I served it later to my family. My father looks at the VERY brown rice and then gives me this look like, "What the hell is this?" he takes a bite and it is crunchy. He looks at me and says how did you cook this. I told him I followed the directions and it sound to add 2T of butter and brown it. He looks at me and says AND...... I said, AND nothing. He just looks down and shakes his head, and asks me did I add any water to the rice. I told him No, it didn't say to add water. He just looks and me and laughs and says I can't believe it. He goes and grabs the box and tells me to read it allowed. Of course as soon as I get to #2 or #3 of the directions on the box I said Oh....To this day, I have not lived that down. Tim even calls me on that every now and then. Everytime I see my father he does it at least once while he is here, every time. I guess that is what family is for right.....don't worry, Bri will not hear the end of this one for a long time.
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