I have more photos of Ryan up on Flickr: [link] Includes highlights from his first birthday party (his actual birthday starts about an hour from now - in two hours it'll be exactly one year since his birth at 1 a.m.), and saying farewell to his grandparents at the airport. They promise they'll be back later in the year. How could they not? [link]

So I'm coaching t-ball and for the most part, it is a blast. The kids are great fun and are so very enthusiastic. You know that video of the LED sheeps that follow each other and such? Imagine the sheeps as 4, 5, and 6 year olds all following a ball. It's fantastic and I love it even though it's not a whole lot of coaching and a lot of "Put the dirt down!", "Ready positions!" "Get in your shape!" "Ready, Giants?" "Run to first!" and "Throw it to first!"

However.

I had one kid last night who just was not into playing. It was a weekday, it was 6:30, and he was probably tired. He played in the dirt constantly, but he and I had a good time bantering about the playing in the dirt and playing in the game and him being bored and me joking with him that if I have to be there, so does he. And then? He threw a handful of sand/gravel/dirt IN MY FACE. Now, I was walking toward him and I do not know if he did it on purpose or if he was throwing it and I walked near him at the right time, but I really think it was on purpose because he smiled and said, "It was an accident! It was an accident!" It took everything in me not to yank him up by his stirrups and put him on the bench, which is hard to do when parents and grandparents are watching. I was picking pebbles out of my hair all night. Thank God I had my sunglasses on so my eyes were protected.

Apple-Cinnamon Nutri-Grain Bars:

Dear Asshole Woman I Just Talked To:

Unless you are going to go knock on every other person's door that lives on that street and ask them if they are always sober when residing IN THEIR HOME, don't fucking call me and ask if my residents are REQUIRED to be sober simply because you were told that our agency houses the formerly homeless, you fucking bitch. Your "very young child" has a statistically higher chance of getting fondled and mistreated by your fucking father-in-law than one my tenants. So don't come into this town and start making assumptions about who your neighbors are. Look inside your family first, assface.

Signed, Doesn't Know Who the FUCK You Think You Are.

Christ, Aims. What an ignorant jackass.

You know?

She actually had the nerve to ask me, "Well, what kind of people are they?"

!!! Fucking human people. Who deserve somewhere to live without ignorant fuck-shits like yourself wanting to know if we require them to be sober. No, we don't. They're fucking adults. Shut your face.

I was having a pretty good morning too!!

People, it is snowing. And I am wearing sandals because it was 82 yesterday!

"People. Some are cool. Some suck. Would you like some fries with your economic privilege?"

Hey, Barb, did Lewis ever hear anything on that job?

He did, Nora, last week. They sent an email with their regrets. In talking to friends of ours in the industry we've come to the conclusion that it may well have been down to Lewis and one other person who probably had more experience. I mean, the interview went as well as it possibly could have, he interviewed pretty high up the food chain, and most importantly, even days after it was done, he couldn't think of a single thing he regretted saying or would have said differently.

He was pretty bummed for a few days, but he's done a few days' worth of contract work and he's back on the hunting trail. Also, he had communication with one of the people with whom he interviewed and they told him they were definitely keeping his resume on file, so we'll see. Onward, right?

Mini-Wheats:

Ryan continues to slay DED with teh cute.

Thanks for the hugs and the ~ma last night. It was nice to read while I couldn't sleep. My appointment is in a couple of hours. Don't wanna.