No whine zone

Good morning! There is not much going on. The snow is still on the ground. We continue to wear heavy sweaters and boots and it seems that the entire country is miffed about the weather. Nothing to complain about....I think...

Well, the team is preparing for its great California adventure. Sadly, I will not be traveling for this one....unless we have a sudden windfall and win the Powerball. With the new car brakes and the prospect of sending the big kid to Illinois this summer to play ball, it is best that I stay home and listen to the game on the computer. Gee, I would have loved to go, but I have to be realistic. My sofa cushions and pocketbook have a limited amount of change in them. Definitely not enough to pay for airfare and accomodations.

And so, I hang out in the comfort of my home and put warm soaks on Diva's eyes to alleviate the redness and swelling.

Yep, her eyes are still red and swollen and she hates that cone. But, the swelling has gone down, so the doggie eye doctor has earned her money....We will know more when we take her back on Monday for her check up.

So, as the team prepares for the week, the kid had a bullpen session yesterday with his coach and did quite well. He is still frustrated about not playing this weekend, but who can blame him? When he texted me while on the bus, I decided not to attend his pity party and RSVPed 'no'. I would not be sucked into agreeing with 'whoa is me.'

As I said to him yesterday, he has the life that 99.9% of the country wants....travel, meals, part of an exclusive team, baseball cards made with his image, score board with his face on it, broadcasters looking for trivia about him to share with the listeners. Also, he is the big man on campus as he is stared at when he walks into a room. He also has his first stalker. This is huge for a young man. And so, I chose not to commiserate rather I socked him between the eyes (in a figurative sense).

"I didn't play."...Yeah, so.

"I'm not coming back for a 5th year."....OK

"This guy is nuts..." ...Uh huh

Silence. Are you ready?

"Yeah"

"You have been blessed with the athleticism that men and women crave. You are on a division 1 team. You are tall, handsome, and intelligent. You have experiences that you will never forget. The girls in Florida and Iowa love you and your team and search for your hotel on Twitter. You are on the Dean's List. You have met people who can make a difference in your life as you leave baseball. What is the misery? If you want to play more, you have to work with the guy. That's it. Figure it out. Later."

Click.

And so, I left the motherly 'oh, honey...everything will be fine....' in the back seat of the car. I am tired of the whining about fatigue and no one understanding him. This is the life that he has chosen. He could have said: "I am majoring in pre law" and joined the frisbee team. But, no...he wanted this life. Well, dude, you got it. Now put on your big boy pants and let's get going.

Work with Psycho. Do what he wants. Stop complaining. AND...MOST IMPORTANTLY:

Enjoy this journey, because it will be over soon and you do not want to look back on it and say: "I wish that I took the time to appreciate what I had..."

By the way, he now has decided on his walk out song...some Marky Mark song. I have attached it for your personal enjoyment (or not).

Peace!

Pink Sisters!

Greetings....it's going to rain...again. No worries if you are a duck. Although I read about World Youth Day in Rio. It rained for several days flooding the streets and bringing the alligators/crocs out of the rain forest. Can anyone say "RUN!" or at least: "SWIM!"

Yesterday Tink had her interview at the local hoity-toity health spa. She prepared for the questions and was equipped with her resume and letters of recommendation. To her surprise, the coordinator of the program who conducted her interview was our old Zumba instructor. They immediately recognized each other and hopefully she will get the job. After work, they can dance together. How often does something like that happen? Uh, could it be the result of the Pink cloister nuns on Green Street who have been praying for her? Hmmm...you tell me....

On to the big guy. He has been in great spirits lately and continues to work out 3-4 hours a day. He can long toss for 300+ feet which seems to be pretty far. When I throw the left over bread to the birds, I can clear 6 feet....just sayin'



Yesterday, they announced the new coach. It seems that the first guy from O-hiooo has been named head coach. Buddy is thrilled since he is the coach who subscribes to the pitching doctor's program..hmmm...again...the Pink sisters?

Actually, we did not pray for this at all, but it seems pretty spectacular considering the two other candidates were unsure about the program. In a way, I am glad that he was on the search committee. He was able to participate in the process and now has another skill to add to his limited resume. It sits under collecting golf balls in a caged cart on the driving range while golfers try to hit him, cleaning trash cans, wrapping cakes, running to the dry cleaners, and operating a cash register. Looks to me like he is prepared for a place at the grocery store. Although, he does have 3 years of college under his belt. The combination will land him as the assistant manager of the bakery department frosting cupcakes and keeping an eye on the bread inventory.

In the meantime, he has one  and possibly two years of college left. Tink and I hit the local discount stores yesterday equipped with a coupon and purchased the necessities such as soap, a broom, trash cans, and toilet bowl brush. He swears....that he will keep the poop deck clean. By the way, the shower curtain in the house of mold is hanging on by one ring since a partier had fallen into the tub and grabbed the curtain. He or she pulled all of the rings down except one. This happened a while ago. They have been showering with a fraction of the curtain protecting the floor of the bathroom. Again, I say...I will never enter that house again.....can't....won't....not interested.....glad that I do not own it and cannot believe that anyone would rent their home to college students. This house should be condemned.

With that said, we are headed to Balletone. I think that it is a combination of ballet and stretching...or stretching and ballet...let's see. I am interested and so....have a great day!