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Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Youth sports or adult "living vicariously through the kids" frenzy

Let me get this off of my chest. The Cubs are out of it. The Pack lost. Peyton pulled another one out of his hat. One for three would be a decent batting average, but I'm still ticked. OK, 'nuff said.


I would be P.O.ed if I was a parent with a child in athletics or some other type of activity. Is it me, or has the stuff gone over the top? It is 8:30 PM on a school night. I can hear the high school marching band still practicing. When are the kids supposed to eat supper and do homework? It seems that the adult leaders of these activities are living their fantasies through the kids. There is such a push for excellence in sports, etc. that the recreational aspect, or fun, has been taken away from the kids. Overzealous adults expect too much of the young individuals, searching for their own satisfaction. Let the kids have fun. It seems that the youth do not participate in the activity, they are expected to BECOME the activity. Nothing scalds me more than to see some donkey-butt parent acting (actually I don't think it's an "act") like a fool at the events. Living vicariously through their kid is the M.O.


I understand that there is a lot at stake on the high school level regarding college scholarships for those who are good enough. Unfortunately, the kids need to start being very competitive at very young ages so they are ready for the high school "sport-a-thons". I acknowledge that this is a tough issue. Parents that either can't, or don't want to save for the education of their children, try to push the kids to break their necks and give up their childhood in an attempt to get a free ride to college. I wonder what the stats are on how many actually get college scholarships out of the literally ten's of thousands of high schoolers that participate in sports or other activities every year.


Obviously, I have no answers. I just think that sports and other activities have become too competitive at to young of an age.


SM

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Monday, September 22, 2008

Bring on the Flowers...and Witches!!!

Was it Barbara Streisand and Neil Diamond who sang one of my Mr. Microphone favorites..."You Don't Bring Me Flowers"? Well...the song was great...and Streisand and Diamond are still two of my favorites...but Sweet Man proved the lyrics of that classic tearjerker melody waaaayyy wrong today.

Talk about a crappier than crap Monday...mine started at 4:30 a.m. when I received a less than heart-warming blog post from some meddling, misinformed Glenda the Good Witch Gone Bad. And following that broom ride, the day was just a typical bad butt Monday up until 3:00 pm when Sweet Man picked me up at work.

'Course he looked all muscular spectacular in the black, "The Rock" T-shirt I brought him from Alcatraz during my July San Francisco trip for the Romance Writers of America national conference. Between that shirt and the one I found for him proclaiming he's my research assistant, he's looking good. LOL!!

Okay...sorry for the digression...back to him picking me up from work...anyway...when he pulled up, he had this sweet, sexy grin to match his bulging biceps and handed me a gorgeous bouquet of huge Gerber Daisies. His voice kind of caught in his throat...and he dropped his hot-as-all-hell, couple-days-away-from-the-razor, stubbled chin and said, "There's my Sweetie. I thought you could use these today."

Planting the softest kisses of kisses on my lips, he told me how much he loved me and reminded me that at the end of the day, "all that matters is you and me".

I still can't get used to living and loving my real life hero. But Sweet Man makes the adventure as rich and wonderful as a big 'ole bowl of tiramisu for two.

And as tasty as the tiramisu and just as delightful, I learned how to moderate blog posts so Glenda the Post Witch would know just what to do with her broom. LOL!!!

If you can't laugh at peoples' misinformed, asinine cruelty what good are they?

Sexy, Sassy, Smart Wishes --- D. D. Scott

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