While I did a good job of wishing my students a happy day before Constitution Day yesterday, I completely missed the opportunity to wish it people today. Admittedly, I did not get good sleep last night and had a rather full day today, so the blunder was entirely understandable. Still, I would have liked to have remembered.
We did not get good sleep as Starbuck made a mess all over her crate at about 1 AM. Neither she nor River has done this since they were puppies, and it took about an hour for Janelle and I to clean up. I had recently been toying with the idea (with Connor's agreement as he wants the dogs to keep an eye on the kittens) to not kennel up the dogs at night, but this very clearly demonstrated why we still need to do it.
We then woke up earlier than even normal weekdays as Janelle and I drove three and a half hours to Palmer to watch Connor's C-Team game--which they charged us $8 per person to watch (C-Team games are usually free, and our Varsity games are only $5 per person with additional discounts depending on the situation). I will say that the Valley is absolutely gorgeous, and that we had amazingly clear and warm weather despite the cold and rainy forecast. Once again, our team emerged victorious, but even more impressively, Connor had his first in-game reception. I immediately demanded, "Someone! Tell me you got that on video!" Thankfully, a young lady, whose older brother was also on the field, did.
I find that Connor's sporting events have really brought back my full bellow. In general, I think that my enthusiasm is appreciated and even entertaining. However, I may have taken it too far at one point where I yelled (after what I thought was a poor call regarding a downed fumble), "The offense can't fumble forward; I learned that when reading Football for Dummies [which is a book that I am legitimately reading at the suggestion of other players' parents]." Immediately after the word "Dummies," I realized that my comment could be construed as a negative towards the Referee and his staff, for whom I have only respect and would not wish to do their jobs. My fear was confirmed when one of the parents, while laughing, told me that our coach was shushing me--likely to avoid a 5 yard penalty for our team--something that I also learned about from Football for Dummies.
After the game, we picked up a little bit of food for Connor at one of the saddest Wendy's that I have yet visited, headed to Anchorage, did some shopping, had a late lunch with one of our friends and then harassed her husband at his new job, went to Costco for more shopping, and finally made our way home. We unloaded and put our stuff away. I am now fully exhausted, and I look forward to sleeping (and perhaps recovering my voice before singing tomorrow).
We did not get good sleep as Starbuck made a mess all over her crate at about 1 AM. Neither she nor River has done this since they were puppies, and it took about an hour for Janelle and I to clean up. I had recently been toying with the idea (with Connor's agreement as he wants the dogs to keep an eye on the kittens) to not kennel up the dogs at night, but this very clearly demonstrated why we still need to do it.
We then woke up earlier than even normal weekdays as Janelle and I drove three and a half hours to Palmer to watch Connor's C-Team game--which they charged us $8 per person to watch (C-Team games are usually free, and our Varsity games are only $5 per person with additional discounts depending on the situation). I will say that the Valley is absolutely gorgeous, and that we had amazingly clear and warm weather despite the cold and rainy forecast. Once again, our team emerged victorious, but even more impressively, Connor had his first in-game reception. I immediately demanded, "Someone! Tell me you got that on video!" Thankfully, a young lady, whose older brother was also on the field, did.
I find that Connor's sporting events have really brought back my full bellow. In general, I think that my enthusiasm is appreciated and even entertaining. However, I may have taken it too far at one point where I yelled (after what I thought was a poor call regarding a downed fumble), "The offense can't fumble forward; I learned that when reading Football for Dummies [which is a book that I am legitimately reading at the suggestion of other players' parents]." Immediately after the word "Dummies," I realized that my comment could be construed as a negative towards the Referee and his staff, for whom I have only respect and would not wish to do their jobs. My fear was confirmed when one of the parents, while laughing, told me that our coach was shushing me--likely to avoid a 5 yard penalty for our team--something that I also learned about from Football for Dummies.
After the game, we picked up a little bit of food for Connor at one of the saddest Wendy's that I have yet visited, headed to Anchorage, did some shopping, had a late lunch with one of our friends and then harassed her husband at his new job, went to Costco for more shopping, and finally made our way home. We unloaded and put our stuff away. I am now fully exhausted, and I look forward to sleeping (and perhaps recovering my voice before singing tomorrow).
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