I can make just about anything costume-wise when needed. Once a year, I put my parents $40K+ spent on my tuition at UT for my theatre arts degree to use and do up the kids for Halloween and/or haunted houses. Sometimes, though, I have a bit of a brain fart. Pictoral evidence provided. The worst part? Jay told me that the peace symbol had another line and I totally blew him off. Normally I'd check that sort of thing, but it was late, I was tired and all my good paint brushes were at school (hence the ragged ass looking circle).
I redeemed myself on Five's Swine Flu costume. Have to get some pictures to post of that one. And pictures of the skeleton zombie and dead scarecrow will follow. I guess even the best have to falter from time to time.
Labels: domestic gone wrong, holidays, I suck, kids
To say I've been in something of a mental rut lately would be an understatement...I've been bordering on batshit crazy. It finally dawned on me today that a great deal of my problem is my abandonment of productive things that I enjoy such as blogging, working out, reading in lieu of total wastes of time like playing Mafia Wars or reading umpteen million political blogs and assessments. So, I've made my resolutions for 2009 and number one on the list is, really, blogging.
I've blogged for years--way back when no one knew what a blog was or how to blog there was Kim, blathering away. And then I got lazy. Lately I've been totally uninspired. Nothing particularly interesting has happened since my unfortunate encounter with the catheter bag in the parking lot last summer, but by golly, I'm going to try to find humor in the mundane. It's what I used to be able to do. Yes? Well, of course it is--my life is the personification of mundane.
I think perhaps that part of my mental overload must be attributed to my most recent teaching adventure: my role as the varsity bowling coach. Yes, I, Kimmah the Uncoordinated, She Whose Only Sport is Fantasty Football, is coaching a sport that she cannot play. Funny how life works that way, isn't it? They needed a coach and Five wanted to bowl, so I thought, "What the hell?". What the hell, indeed.
First of all, I knew nothing--NOTHING--about bowling. I didn't know, for example, that you don't actually aim for the front pin aka the head pin. Who knew? And that you are supposed to spin the ball. Had no idea about scoring, either. Or that it was actually interesting to watch. I'm not ashamed to say that I have now become a high school bowling junkie. This is a good thing since it has engulfed my life this fall. Despite being an unpaid coach, I found myself at the bowling alley three or four times a week. Ostensibly to 'coach', but really just to supervise and be there for moral support. See, our team sort of sucked a bit. Not through much fault of their own--they have had no actual coaching in two years--lots of bad habits, sloppy execution and total cluelessness. Slowly but surely, I've prodded them into shape and encouraged/threatened them to improve. One advantage to being a female coach in a sport coached almost exclusively by bowling league men is being able to play the clueless card. I've had three different coaches from other teams offer to help my boys. We've gotten a coaching clinic lined up for next week to get them ready for the district tournament in January because they know I'm totally in over my head technique-wise.
My boys only won two matches this year, but they were competitive in five other matches. The scoring in bowling is a bit misleading--you get points for head-to-head matches as well as total pin count. We get killed in pin count even when we tie in head-to-heads. You have six bowlers at a time in a match and we cannot seem to get six guys on their game at a time. My top guy, A., is the top bowler in the district--he had a 300 game two weeks ago--so he's not a problem. My other seven starters, though, have been all over the place. Had a kid bowl a 109 one game and a 199 the next. Ugh. Over the season, though, we've had MAJOR improvement and I think next year we will see a great improvement. I've got guys averaging 170 in matches where they used to average 120 or 130. If only we can get all of them on the same page.
My girls' team is much, MUCH weaker than my boys'. They've been savaged in almost every match, blesstheirhearts. I've focused on the boys' team and my assistant/helping coach/assistant principal has been with them during matches. I'm going to be working with them a lot between this season and next to try and get them straightened out. The good thing about them not being as good as the boys is that I can actually teach them and help them--they're not all hook shot and backspin. I've taken a coaching class, so I can help them fix their problems. Maybe.
This has no humor whatsoever, lmao, but at least I've written more than a line or two about how I never blog. It's a start, no?
I've blogged for years--way back when no one knew what a blog was or how to blog there was Kim, blathering away. And then I got lazy. Lately I've been totally uninspired. Nothing particularly interesting has happened since my unfortunate encounter with the catheter bag in the parking lot last summer, but by golly, I'm going to try to find humor in the mundane. It's what I used to be able to do. Yes? Well, of course it is--my life is the personification of mundane.
I think perhaps that part of my mental overload must be attributed to my most recent teaching adventure: my role as the varsity bowling coach. Yes, I, Kimmah the Uncoordinated, She Whose Only Sport is Fantasty Football, is coaching a sport that she cannot play. Funny how life works that way, isn't it? They needed a coach and Five wanted to bowl, so I thought, "What the hell?". What the hell, indeed.
First of all, I knew nothing--NOTHING--about bowling. I didn't know, for example, that you don't actually aim for the front pin aka the head pin. Who knew? And that you are supposed to spin the ball. Had no idea about scoring, either. Or that it was actually interesting to watch. I'm not ashamed to say that I have now become a high school bowling junkie. This is a good thing since it has engulfed my life this fall. Despite being an unpaid coach, I found myself at the bowling alley three or four times a week. Ostensibly to 'coach', but really just to supervise and be there for moral support. See, our team sort of sucked a bit. Not through much fault of their own--they have had no actual coaching in two years--lots of bad habits, sloppy execution and total cluelessness. Slowly but surely, I've prodded them into shape and encouraged/threatened them to improve. One advantage to being a female coach in a sport coached almost exclusively by bowling league men is being able to play the clueless card. I've had three different coaches from other teams offer to help my boys. We've gotten a coaching clinic lined up for next week to get them ready for the district tournament in January because they know I'm totally in over my head technique-wise.
My boys only won two matches this year, but they were competitive in five other matches. The scoring in bowling is a bit misleading--you get points for head-to-head matches as well as total pin count. We get killed in pin count even when we tie in head-to-heads. You have six bowlers at a time in a match and we cannot seem to get six guys on their game at a time. My top guy, A., is the top bowler in the district--he had a 300 game two weeks ago--so he's not a problem. My other seven starters, though, have been all over the place. Had a kid bowl a 109 one game and a 199 the next. Ugh. Over the season, though, we've had MAJOR improvement and I think next year we will see a great improvement. I've got guys averaging 170 in matches where they used to average 120 or 130. If only we can get all of them on the same page.
My girls' team is much, MUCH weaker than my boys'. They've been savaged in almost every match, blesstheirhearts. I've focused on the boys' team and my assistant/helping coach/assistant principal has been with them during matches. I'm going to be working with them a lot between this season and next to try and get them straightened out. The good thing about them not being as good as the boys is that I can actually teach them and help them--they're not all hook shot and backspin. I've taken a coaching class, so I can help them fix their problems. Maybe.
This has no humor whatsoever, lmao, but at least I've written more than a line or two about how I never blog. It's a start, no?
Summer Is Here, I Will Be Soon, Really.
3 Comments Published by Kimmah on Monday, June 02, 2008 at 7:08 PM.
Ugh. Just super-duper overwhelmed with life. I have been a bad cyberfriend and I apologize profusely. I am just not good at dealing with stress sometimes, and that manifests itself in hermitlike behavior.
I am currenly in Chattanooga helping a friend pack and move for the summer. I'll be home in a couple of days and I hope to be refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of being kimtastic.
I am currenly in Chattanooga helping a friend pack and move for the summer. I'll be home in a couple of days and I hope to be refreshed and ready to get back into the swing of being kimtastic.
Labels: I suck
I am going to go on record in a mildly public forum and 'fess up to the fact that I have been an utter and complete slug for months. Since I hurt my knee and back in October/November, I have used every excuse in the book to do NOTHING.
At this point, I need to go on record thanking W. for not kicking my slacker ass to the curb because when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING. Nada. Not a damn thing. Our house is the biggest mess it has ever been. Laundry is everywhere. Suitcases and totes from every trip I've taken since summer are strewn around in various places. We still have a Christmas decoration on the coffee table (although in my defense, it was given to us after Christmas and I don't know where to put it because candles are involved).
Part of the problem is the knee--that is true. But that's really only an excuse from December 19 forward. The months before can only be blamed on being overwhelmed and the fact that I worked or had other engagements pretty much every Saturday from August unti I had knee surgery.
So the piles have grown larger, the dust deeper and the chaos great. I started plowing through some of it today, but I just didn't get motivated. It was cold as hell in the house and very gloomy outside, so I kept being drawn to my domestic epicenter, the couch. Tomorrow it is supposed to be warmer and sunnier, so I'm going to jack myself up off the couch and get something done. Homer is still around, but he doesn't really inhibit movement as long as I watch how I turn.
Thus, tomorrow, I clean. I am tired of cringing when someone knocks on the front door, so I'm going to tackle the living room and clean it from top to bottom. Vacuum, dust, freshen, straighten, everything. Once that's cleaned up, I'm going to clean my under my bathroom counter so I can get the piles of junk off of the top and clean that, too. Finally, I'm going to put away all of my clothes that have been thrown in piles here and there. I think it's time to clean out the dresser drawers again so I have room to put the clothes that I actually wear.
I also have to get the kids' stuff ready for the week. I'm tired of running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Tired to death of it.
I will post tomorrow night to be accountable. Perhaps the risk of public humiliation will goad me into action.
At this point, I need to go on record thanking W. for not kicking my slacker ass to the curb because when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING. Nada. Not a damn thing. Our house is the biggest mess it has ever been. Laundry is everywhere. Suitcases and totes from every trip I've taken since summer are strewn around in various places. We still have a Christmas decoration on the coffee table (although in my defense, it was given to us after Christmas and I don't know where to put it because candles are involved).
Part of the problem is the knee--that is true. But that's really only an excuse from December 19 forward. The months before can only be blamed on being overwhelmed and the fact that I worked or had other engagements pretty much every Saturday from August unti I had knee surgery.
So the piles have grown larger, the dust deeper and the chaos great. I started plowing through some of it today, but I just didn't get motivated. It was cold as hell in the house and very gloomy outside, so I kept being drawn to my domestic epicenter, the couch. Tomorrow it is supposed to be warmer and sunnier, so I'm going to jack myself up off the couch and get something done. Homer is still around, but he doesn't really inhibit movement as long as I watch how I turn.
Thus, tomorrow, I clean. I am tired of cringing when someone knocks on the front door, so I'm going to tackle the living room and clean it from top to bottom. Vacuum, dust, freshen, straighten, everything. Once that's cleaned up, I'm going to clean my under my bathroom counter so I can get the piles of junk off of the top and clean that, too. Finally, I'm going to put away all of my clothes that have been thrown in piles here and there. I think it's time to clean out the dresser drawers again so I have room to put the clothes that I actually wear.
I also have to get the kids' stuff ready for the week. I'm tired of running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Tired to death of it.
I will post tomorrow night to be accountable. Perhaps the risk of public humiliation will goad me into action.
I just had yet another knee surgery and am taking copious amounts of Demerol, so this won't be long--just to make sure I still know what I'm doing. I've been rather spastic at work and home lately, so blogging has really fallen to the wayside, which is a sure sign that I probably need meds for either ADD or depression or both.
Imagine me with a giant "L" on my forehead...or is that an "S"???
3 Comments Published by Kimmah on Sunday, September 30, 2007 at 10:20 PM.
cause I? am a total and complete LOSER/SHIRT STEALER. OMG. See? I totally forgot about the t-shirt swap thingy, lost track of the date and the event all togeher and didn't even realize that one had ARRIVED for me until God-only-knows how late. Then I rushed out to purchase mine only to forget about it yet again this week in the turmoil that is the end of a quarter and the rush to pack for a trip to London with Five. And? someone threw my envelope that my shirt arrived in away, so I don't have an addy to send a thank you note to Augie and I feel like an utter heel and classless piece of trash.
I'm not going to say who my recipent is supposed to be because I shall surprise her with my spectacular shirt, plus one from London, when I return, but if you know who you are---I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!
I'm not going to say who my recipent is supposed to be because I shall surprise her with my spectacular shirt, plus one from London, when I return, but if you know who you are---I AM SOOOOOOOOOO SORRY!!!
Labels: I suck
