one of those moments

... uh... yeah... I had one of those blonde moments today... Dad told me that gas would be going up by 5 cents asap and added that my gas tank was only at half, so in a mad rush I drove over to the 7-11 in Deer Run cuz it always changes it prices a bit after everyone else does. So, frantically I get out of the car... but really, there is no rush cuz the prices haven't changed yet, and I'm just rushing myself cuz I'm psychotic... I release the gas tank, get out of my car, and for the life of me, I can't get the "turn-y" thing off! I turn left, I turn right, and it starts making this awful clicking sound, so I think I'm breaking it. "This doesn't make sense! I've gotten my own gas lots of times, how can I not know how to do this?!?! How can I forget something that I've done so many times?!?!"

Then, I calm myself down and think, "it's okay JAcklyn, you're not that dumb, you can just read the picture/directions on the cap." So I stop pulling and pushing and read it. "Hmm... doesn't make sense to me... Why won't you come off?! Uh-oh, now I've been standing here for longer than I should be trying to get the cap off... people (meaning the only other car there) are going to start looking soon... maybe if I just push and twist..."

Oh man, I felt stupid. So finally, I gulped down my girl pride, and I asked the guy beside me... I just didn't want to be one of those girls... but I figured I by standing there looking like an idiot, I'd be doing the same... He came over, and gently turned the cap to the left. All I could think was, "stupid, STUPID, STUPID!!!"

I don't want to talk about it...

My dad agreed to take care of my 5 year old niece for the day/night... so on SUnday night I had a little sleepover of my own. Monday morning, I found her in my bed with me, with her arm on my neck and leg wrapped around mine. She's so cute!

The next night, Monday night... this was a wreck. I woke up in the middle of the night probably twenty times, and everytime I was thinking about football. When I finally did fall asleep for long enough, I dreamt a very violent dream. I dreamt that there was a very distorted, long man who was trying to kill an old woman. So me, and my 2 brothers went over to help her. Let's just say that I took my rage and frustration out on they old man... I woke up, not angry at our game anymore.

Now, for the part that I didn't want to talk about... We lost our game by 4 points... it was raining really hard for the first half of the game, and the other team just wasn't very nice. I got knocked over, and hit my head of the ground really hard along with a backwards roll... and a lot of the team got hard hits too.... their team claimed to have never touched us, and called a whole bunch of rules that we've never heard of. LEt's just say that they were rules that consisted of a whole lot of expressive language... Even their girls were lippy... I guess I can feel a little better knowing that they are massive giants with big butts though... Now, I'm just waiting for next year's season...

big game

Semi-finals are tonight... I'm keeping my fingers crossed... we even have a cheerleading squad tonight too... IF we win, we celebrate at Yamato... if we lose, we eat at Yamato to make ourselves feel better... HAHA.

upset :(

Well, to my dismay, the spam-bloggers have found me. I found 6 spam comments from yesterday's post... I think I'm gonna hafta add the word verification to my blog... I'd rather that, then to have a bunch of spam on my blog... sorry for the inconvenience folks.

Yesterday catching the ants were harder than we thought it'd be. Man, these north ants are weird... they must be part of the Mah family. They were vicious... we had a really hard time catching them, and then putting them in the ant farm, and then lifting the lid again to put another in without freeing the others... it was hard work... the worse part was that when we got back from dinner, over half the ants were dead... they had all been fighting, and we stuck a queen ant in there just so we could watch what she would do, and yeah, let's just say, she probably didn't like the other ants too much. So philip says that he's going to clean the thing out again, and we'll put new ants in there... better ants... like south ants.

On other news, I have 3 out of 10 fingers injured. And yes, they were wrecked before the game even started... but no worries, cuz I dropped my first 4 balls today, and 2 of them were straight at me... *sigh* Good thing the rest of the team is good enough to make up for my lack of skill. We won 26 points ahead of them, and were close to mercy-ing them for almost half the game, but just couldn't get that conversion. Nevertheless, WE'RE GOING TO THE PLAYOFFS! We'll be playing the 4th team in the league in semi-fianls, and if we win that one, then we'll be in the finals. There's a good chance that we'll be playing the 1 team that we lost against, so I've gotta get practicing. Anyone up for some football? ;P

Quick update

At Geo's right now... we lost our soccer game yesterday, but that's not important. What is important is that tomorrow we have our last football game, which will determind whether or not we make it into playoffs. Wish us luck! Then we have 2 soccer games this week... it should be a fun week.

Ugh, I'm gonna hafta start going to school this coming up week to show that I am a keen student that wants to become a professional teacher. Uh... yeah... talk about brown noser eh?

Today we get to go catch ants for the antfarm that we bought philip for his bday. I'm excited!

back up the ladder!

Our football team's back up 1st. I should be more happy about it, but really, I'm a bit worried. The fate of our team is out of my hands. (Which perhaps might be a good thing, seeing as how I dropped another 3 balls on Monday...) Next week is camp, so I won't be able to make it out to the game... I'll keep my fingers crossed for the team and hope for all the best... Drew says it's better this way cuz then I don't have to worry about it, but I hate when something affects me and I don't get a say in it.

Since most of you know about our soccer already, let me just say that the other team got Drew really mad, and Drew rarely gets mad.

Ate din-din with my former piano teacher tonight... Leo joined us, cuz he took lessons from her too. It was good... we had the 3-course peking duck. Lots of leftovers, so I took 'em for Drew... don't think he'll appreciate it as much though... Peking duck is one of my favorite meals alongside with prime rib... but not together!

Tmw I gotta get up early to meet 2 of my girl friends for breakfast. Kinda sucky, but between our combined schedules (mostly mine) it was the only available time... One is leaving on Friday AM, and the other at the end of August... so it'll be the last time I see them for a while... I'm looking forward to the breakfast cuz we haven't gotten together for a while... but the waking up early part is going to hurt... Hmm... maybe I can save time by taking my private jet to the restaurant instead of driving...

nothing to blog.

Got nothing to blog, except that this upcoming week is going to suck. I've gonna be running around from one place to another... day and night for 7 days... I don't know how I somehow managed to have everything fall in this one week.

Today I'm going to see an old high school friend who got married while attending university out in Ontario. He's back with his wife, so it should be interesting. This guy was one of the nicest ones out there... we took computer science AP together all throughout high school. Grade 10 was okay, I managed to sqeek by with a 80% since everything was individual projects. Grade 11 was a mix of group and individual projects... I can't remember what I got, but I remember after grade 10 I stopped learning how to program in that class, and just started copying programs... Grade 12 was the worst... It consisted of one project lasting for the whole year, entirely of our choice... we got to work in partners... it was great! He did all the work, and I got to check my email and play solitare for the whole year. We were a team! I ended up with a 98% for that class, I think it's the biggest scam of my life. HAHA.

the place where it really hurts for boys...

Well, every Wednesday is the same. I wake up, have lunch, and get ready for my piano students to come over. At the start of the lesson, I always tell DAvid and Diane about our soccer games, so naturally, they were curious to know how we did last night. I told them about how the other team had girls who were doing head shots in the air, and about how their guys were pushing our guys around. Then they asked who all got hurt the worst from the game... First Heather came to mind, then Geo... and then Leo... hmm... I struggled with my words here... they asked how he got hurt, so I explained that the ball hit him and casually added...

"You know... in the place where it really hurts for boys..."

David gave me a puzzled look, and then Diane gave a big "Ahhh!!!" sound... I looked back at David, and he finally understood and said "Oooooh... ouch!"

Off to run some hills and go fishing now... wish me luck, the fish have been out smarting me lately!

technology will ruin us!!!

I'm starting to get weary about online bill payments and such... last night I went to log on to my PC financial mastercard only to find that my password/login username was denied. Knowing that I just logged in less than a week ago, I tried about another dozen times and it said the same thing... so I thought, okay... I'll try something else... my PC points account was fine. So then I went to the "help" section, where it asks you 3 questions to get your password reset... well, I'm positivily-doodily sure that I answered all 3 questions correct, and it still didn't let me in. Problems with the network??? Maybe... so I just went to sleep a bit worried, but not so much, hoping that it was happening to everyone, and not just me.

Today I left DVBS early to check it out again, and again I wasn't able to log into my account. I had to call them and explain my situation, and she treated me like I was really stupid... probably because I told her the wrong birthday... (*sidenote: I just learned that I am actaully 22 years old, and not 21 on Sunday*) Anyways, she said that her computer shows that I have never accessed my account online. What a CROCK! Well, everything's sorted out now, and all my transactions were correct... I don't know what to think except that I'm a bit scared that one day it'll say that I am owing millions of dollars and I will have no proof in my defense.

Anyways, the soccer game today was okay. We lost 3-0, they were really good... but I have no complains cuz it seemed like we were working pretty good, and it's just cuz the other team was just better.

On another note, apparently I'm a slow runner... they say that technically I should be able to run fast cuz Jackson can run fast... OUCH! I asked Drew how long it would take me to train to get faster... he said a few weeks... that's a no go for me... "weeks" are too long... our season will be over, and I will once again be inactive and busy doing other stuff that involves sitting on my butt... my efforts will have been wasted...

"if there ever was a time... let the time be NOW..."

At half, the score was 34-20, and we were losing since we were pretty much short one girl. By that, I mean, there was me and another girl supposed to play, and when the other girl showed up, her ankle had been badly sprained, (brusied black and blue) , and she couldn't run... she wasn't even going to play, but we had noone else. So I called for back-up. She didnt' get there until half time, but it was better than nothing. I had given up all hope when we somehow managed to crawl back into the competition and by the five minute mark, the score was 58-52. There was 1 set of downs left. So we kicked it off to them, and on their third down, they threw it to one of the their girls, and she caught it and started running for the end zone. Luckily, Drew flagged her at about the 5 yard line, and she didn't make it for a touchdown... We stopped them for their fourth.

"Does it make a difference? we're so far away from the other end of the field, we'll never make it anyways!"

That's what I was thinking in my head the whole time... Now, it's the last set, and we're down six points. It doesn't matter cuz I had already given up, and we had to make it the whole field length. Our first down was caught at about the half line, and the second we missed... all I could think was

"please don't throw it to me... this is too intense!!!"

Third was caught at about 5 yards, and the pressure was on. Man, I have never felt so uneasy for a rec game before... too much pressure, too much stress... if we dropped the ball on fourth down we lose the game... I felt the need to give the team a pep talk... it went something like this:

"if there ever was a time... let the time be NOW..."

That was the extent of it... then we all just started laughing... I couldn't think of anything after it... We caught the touchdown, and I cheered a big sigh of relief...

"YES!!! We won!!!"

..... NOT! I thought we won and was just relieved that I didnt' have to play anymore... there was way too much pressure... but you want to hear about pressure? We had only tied them, and there was only 1 last chance to win the game, and it was the conversion point. The conversion took us to a victory of 59-58. So cudos to the team for their hardwork... and by that I mean, I managed to drop 3 balls, and let the girls catch more than just a few balls... The rest of the team had to pick up my slack... I'm gonna hafta work on my game... :(

Tomorrow is soccer... let's hope it's less intense...