Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

Just in case you didn't see the ETA at the bottom of my entry earlier, tilia_tomentosa and theoldone sent me a link HERE showing that on December 21, 2010, the United Nations backtracked and reinserted the words, "sexual orientation" into the U.N. resolution against unjustified executions.

Thank goodness, and what a relief.

But still... why didn't this make the news???

Okay, so... I'm still a little angry.

*hugs all her gay friends just that much harder*

Dear Angry Soccer Mom,

Really, I do understand your concerns about the soccer fields. They are crap. Complete and total crap. And they are definitely a lawsuit waiting to happen.

However... sending angry and vaguely threatening emails to every member of the city council, berating them on the condition of the fields, and for not doing anything about them, is not helping us. Or the kids.

1. Yes, the fields are full of rocks and weeds, they need to be stripped and dressed, the rocks pressed back into the ground, a new layer of soil and sod laid down, seeded, etc. However, none of that is going to do any good if we don't get the fields irrigated, and right now, we've only gotten three of them done because... that's all the city gave us money for!! And we had to do the work ourselves!

2. Yes, there does need to be sidewalks to all the fields. We agree with you on that. In fact, we've been pointing this out to the City for quite some time, mostly to deaf ears. We've pointed out the Americans with Disabilities Act, and the fact that we could be sued, since there are several handicapped relatives of players who cannot get out to the fields without a great deal of help. However, once again, the CITY owns the fields.

3. There is no point at all in trying to do anything with the fields right now. The season started last weekend. We will be playing games every weekend until May. In order for anything to be done to improve the fields, we would have to tear them up, which would render them... unplayable. And again, there is no point doing anything to the fields until they are irrigated, which they are not, and the city has told us that there is no more money for improvements until next year.

4. Writing to every single member of the city council is great. We applaud you. However, blaming the soccer board for problems that are actually the provence of the city is definitely playing dirty pool. I realize you probably have no idea that we really have no control over the field conditions, though we've been trying for three and a half years. You would have earned more respect from me if you had (1) signed your name and (2) gotten other parents to write as well. Right now, you just look like a one-woman vendetta that is just barely this side of crazy and I bet City Council, from the tone of your last email, is wondering if they ought to install metal detectors outside of City Hall.

Get some other parents involved, and get them to write, too, and even better, sign your names. And you know, we could really use volunteers to help dig the trenches to lay the waterlines, since we have to do the work ourselves, oh, and if you could help us dig out the rocks and stuff, that would be great, and hey, help us raise money to do this stuff, and we might actually respect you. Otherwise, STFU and stop pissing the Parks Board off, They're refusing to mow the fields, you dumbass!!

No love,

Auntie


Yes, we have this angry parent who has been writing letters to the City Council, demanding that they fix the fields right now. As in, this minute, dammit!! Honey, if I had the power, I would wave my wand and say something like, "Viridis Agri!" and "Expello Cilicis!"

However, redressing the fields is going to take a lot of hot, sweaty grunt work, and it's going to take time. For one thing, when the fields were built, the City took the lowest bid, and the fields were dressed with construction fill.

Yes. You read that right. Construction fill. You know, the stuff that construction companies throw away? Because it's full of crap like glass, chunks of asphalt, rocks, metal... all that good stuff!! Yes, that's just what you want on a soccer field, right?

Now do y'all understand why I say that soccer is the red-headed step-child of sports in this town?

This was once a volcanically active area, and we have rocky soil. You'll find limestone, flint... you name it, we got it. And it percolates up through the soil with every rain. It's not unusual to dig in your garden and toss out a wheelbarrow's worth of rocks. Add that to the rocks in the soil they used to dress the fields, and you begin to understand the scope of our problems. Not only that, but the recent drought showed how badly the fields were leveled. It's just... so frustrating!! And then the irrigation issues.

The soccer board does not have the money to irrigate the fields. Even if we did, we wouldn't be allowed to because the board doesn't own the fields. The CITY does, and we lease them. We've managed to lay irrigation for three fields, but... WE had to do the grunt work. The City bought the pipe, fittings, and all that, and WE had to supply the trencher, shovels, and warm bodies to do the work. No, they did not hire a plumber. They paid a master plumber and a master electrician to consult with us, and draw up a plan... but not to do the work, or even oversee us.

Yeah, that's exactly the problem we're dealing with. That, and our liaison on the Parks Board is a man who can't make up his mind whether or not to retire, and rather than actually do anything, he continually promises to do stuff for the soccer fields, promises to send this or that, or put this project through, or that... and then ignores it. Needless to say, neither the baseball or football leagues have this problem with him.

It's very frustrating, and then to have this... person... writing the city council, implying that it's the laziness of the soccer board that is responsible for the problems at the fields is... beyond frustrating!! And then she doesn't even have the guts to sign her name??

*tears out hair*

The last email she sent, which I got a copy of in my inbox today, is... well... it's vaguely creepy. And faintly scary. We suspect it's a mom from one team in particular, but the coach (who is also a board member) has not been able to get anyone to confess. Nor has he apparently been able to get her to understand what our role is, and how exactly our hands have been tied.

This is so... frustrating!!!! GAAAAAHH!!!!

Oh, this is it! The final straw! If you see a woman sitting on the curb, pulling out handfuls of hair as she rocks back and forth, well, that's not me. I'm the one standing by the building, rhythmically banging my skull into the bricks. AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!

The Impertinent Daughter finished her last dose of Zithromax last night. She had no fever yesterday. By the time she went to bed, her tonsils were no longer swollen. However, the Impossible Son, who is on a different antibiotic, STARTED running a high temp last night, and both of them have liquidy sounding coughs. Then Miss Priss started looking, well, you know how kids look when they start feeling bad, and she had that look. I took her temperature. 99, just enough to feel bad. I got the flashlight to peer down her throat...AAAAUUGGHHH! Swollen tonsils!! Red throat. Swollen glands! NOOOOOO!!!! I looked in Mr. Manzie's throat. AAAAUUGGHHH!!! Same thing!! So, we tripped in to the doctor's office, and after listening to Miss Priss, and feeling her glands, and observing her, said, "You know, it might be mono. It's starting to make the rounds, and she would be right in line for it, having just recovered from strep."

Great. And she has soccer camp in July, which, if this is mono, she won't be going to. Now don't get me wrong, soccer camp can take a flying leap where the Impertinent Daughter's health is concerned. But... the money...sigh... Well, we're waiting 48 hours. If she doesn't improve, then we have to return for a blood draw. Hopefully the Husbandly One will be able to go with us. Not fun. Not fun at all.

Somewhere in the middle of this, I need to try to manage to get some sleep. I'm strung out on caffeine as it is, and oh... I'm trying not to whine, but zarking fardwarks! Pickles! Puckernuts!! I am NOT a happy camper!! I know what I'll do, I'll go buy two pints of Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie and eat until I get the Migraine From Hell. By the time I wake up from the coma, it'll be a whole new world! Oh, puckernuts. Someone has to give the kids their meds. So much for that brilliant plan.

I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this... and I'll get them through it, too. Rest assured, when the Husbandly One gets home, he'll probably bundle Auntie off into a hot tub while he goes and does something silly with the kids. I'll get through this, I'll get through this, I'll get through this...