What a day! It was filled with every possible emotion. Like a rollercoaster ride. It started with much purposeness(sp). By the time 12:00, lunch time rolled around I had made oriental beer for supper; turkey pot pie for tomorrow's supper; calzones (from scratch)for Wednesday's supper, and all my mess and dishes cleaned up. Also got all the beds changed and laundry almost finished except for whites.
Then it was time to pick up the son and head to the soccer dome. I helped out with the 3 and 4 year olds and when I was done, I left the son there for APEX and headed home to get the beds remade.
That was when my night turned histerical!!!! I received a call from my girlfriend. She had just received a call from the RCMP in Regina. Seems her ex was applying for a job and they wanted to confirm some information. Boy did they call the wrong person (or right, depending which side of the fence you are on). Check out this website: http://www.businessweek.com/magazine/content/08_64/s0804068931982.htm?chan=magazine+channel_bwsmallbiz+--+departments
Ok, now I have know this person since grade 10. That is going on 30 years now. The RCMP ask about the information in this article. First paragraph is pretty accurate. Second paragraph, might be true....Third paragraph, first I heard of that. Fourth paragraph - news to me and the ex. The last two paragraphs are probably true. Then you go on to read the three comments from friends of the "ex". Boy, I must have been living in a bubble. Actually I've come to the conclusion somebody may have actually done all this stuff, and stole the picture of the person I went to school with!!!! Or I have another theory, but I'm not one to pick on anyone's mental stability. Been there, done that.!!! So after getting over a sore stomach from laughing, I was off to watch the son play a soccer game. Big mistake!!!!!
Did I mention I was also the manager! Again big mistake. Although I did ask the son for his permission when I was approaced to be manager. He agreed and was not under duress at the time. Apparently being a manager has a different meaning when it's your own mother. There was some disagreement in the locker room, and I felt two of the players needed to be heard. Apparently the son disagreed on my involvement! He was pretty adamant about me not being involved. I tried to explain what I thought I my role was. A manager I felt that these boys should be allowed to express and say whatever needed to be said. I was on neither side, and openly told the coach that I disagreed with some of what he said. That's how it was left. The coach agreed we could agree to disagree, but in the end, he is the coach and has the last say. I didn't want the son to agree with me, but at least agree to disagree. He's still angry with me. I feel bad, but worse that he's trying to dictate my roll. urrrghhh. I guess that convinces me that I am absolutely resigning as manager for outdoor season. ..........
So from elated, to happy (being with the little kids) to outrageously funny, to confused and torn!!!!! If that doesn't leave you feeling like you have at an amusement park all day, I'm not sure what would!!!!!
BODY: 13,000 steps today. Most of that was from home believe it or not!!!!!
MIND: Louise Hay "New doors are opening all the time. Life is good!" I love open doors!!!!!!
Good night and hello tomorrow!
Stacey
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