Just A Short Update On My Life

Hey guys. It’s been a while, I know. I keep meaning to write on here again, but I just never get around to it. I’m about to turn 22 next Friday (September 11, in case you forgot or didn’t know). Yesterday, I had blood drawn to test my blood type. As you know, I used to coach baseball, and I’m still connected with a lot of the parents. Well, the father of one of the boys I coached was in liver failure, and I was hoping I would be a match and be able to donate part of my liver to him. Turns out, it doesn’t matter if I’m a match or not, because he died last night. I’m pretty upset about it, and I’m also mad— not at anyone in particular, just in general, I guess. It just sucks, you know? Anyway, if you’re the praying type, please keep his mother, wife, and son in your prayers.

I’m not really in the mood to keep writing a post right now, so I’m gonna end it here. Hopefully, I’ll be able to get off my ass and give you guys another update within the next year, seeing as that’s been my record recently, but I won’t make any promises, because I’m shit at updating lately. Hope you’re all doing well!


I Have A Strong Dislike For People

Hey. I’ve talked about how I coach baseball before, right? Well, last night was our first playoff game. Overall it was a pretty good game, even though we ended up losing by one, but that’s not the point. During the game, one of the parents from the other team said something about one of the kids on my team. The asshole said something along the lines of, “this kid shouldn’t be playing with eight-year-olds” or something like that. Now, that isn’t what pissed me off, but it annoyed me a bit, since the minor league goes up to age 12 and the kid in question, who I will refer to as M, is barely considered a ten-year-old this season (had he been born a month later than he was, he would’ve actually been considered a nine-year-old this season). However, I could see why someone might think that. M is a pretty big kid, and a wicked strong player.

Ugh People

Anyway, I decided to go over there and just tell the parent that, hey, M actually just turned ten, there’s no reason why he shouldn’t be playing with eight-year-olds. I figured the parent had made that comment because he was worried about his kid playing against M, maybe worried that his kid might get hurt because M’s such a good (and powerful) player, and I actually just wanted to set the record straight so he wouldn’t have to worry about it. That’s the only reason I went over there at all. So, I go over there and make a couple comments about how this is a really good game, and how I feel bad for some of the pitchers because a lot of perfect strikes were being called balls by the umpire. Small talk, you know? I was talking with a couple of the parents for a minute about how it could be worse, though, and the umpire could be favoring one team over the other, so at least he’s calling balls and strikes the same for each team, even if he is saying the strikes are balls.

After a minute or two of this, I was like, “Oh, and whoever said M shouldn’t be playing with eight-year-olds, he actually just turned ten about a month ago, so he’s well within his age range.” One of the parents pretty much flips out and is like, “What are you doing, coming over here just to start something?” I’m kinda taken aback at this point. Like, seriously, I wasn’t nasty about it at all, and just wanted to correct them to make them feel better. I said, “I’m not trying to cause trouble or anything, I just wanted to say that there’s no reason why M shouldn’t be playing with eight-year-olds,” but the asshole just kept going. He was like, “I’m not gonna listen to some smart-ass teenager who doesn’t know how to respect adults. Why don’t you just go back to your own side, little girl?” Ugh, even thinking about it right now is pissing me off all over again!

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At this point, I was really starting to get pissed off. I just said, “Respect is earned, and you’re not acting like an adult right now,” which, okay, maybe wasn’t the best way to try and keep the peace, but hey, I’ve never been one to just stand there while people insult me. I was so freaking pissed at this point. Then- get this!- he yells across the field, “Hey Tigers, you wanna come get your little girl and bring her back to your side?!” and one of the coaches from the other team hears and comes over. He says to me, “Hey, come on, just leave them alone,” which I don’t blame him for, because he only heard the asshole, but still. It was annoying that he was so quick to blame me, because I’ve been involved with this baseball league for over a decade, and I’m umpired a lot of his games, so I know he knows I’m not a bad kid or a troublemaker or anything, but whatever. At that point, I just walked back over to the other side and tried to keep my mouth shut, because it just wasn’t worth it.

I freaking hate people who think they’re better than you just because they’re older. That’s bullshit. Ugh. See? This is why I don’t like people! Everyone always thinks I’m kidding when I say, “I just have a strong dislike for people in general,” but I’m being completely honest. People in general just piss me off.

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If there’s one thing I absolutely cannot stand, it’s when people have that “holier than thou” attitude. Ugh. Seriously. I just… ugh!

Well, that’s it for now. Hopefully I’ll keep posting. Bye!


P.S. As always, the links to the original pages can be found by clicking the images.

Tigers 2014

Hey. So, we didn’t win the championship. We didn’t get to the championship. However, we did get halfway through the playoffs, and for the youngest, most inexperienced team in the league, that’s awesome!

We had our Parent Player Game on Monday, where it’s the players versus the parents and coaches. I almost played on the kids team, but I changed my mind for two reasons. One, I realized that, as a coach, I should probably play on the parent team. And two, I wanted to be on the winning team for once 🙂 (the players have never won in the history of the Parent Player Game).

Our last game of the playoffs was an okay game. I actually don’t remember who we played, but we didn’t do too bad. And just look at this picture we got after the game:

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From top left: Coach Michelle, Coach Barbara, Coach Sam, Coach Tom, Coach | Second Row: Chris, Kameron, Jordan, Luke S., Logan, Tommy | Third Row: Anthony, Andrew, Ezra, Luke C., Michael

Although this picture was meant to be goofy, the other, supposed-to-be-serious picture was goofy, too. I believe it just symbolizes what this team is about: not just playing baseball, but also having fun. Not many coaches and teams are good with that anymore, sadly. But we are.

Also, the reason the hats are upside-down is because we had our rally caps on for the goofy picture. That’s what we do in the 6th inning when we need runs.

Anyways, I just wanted to say to my team: you played awesome baseball this year. I’m proud to call myself your coach, and I’ll definitely be back for more next spring.

Love you guys!


ER Visit Last Night

Hey. Alright, so, before I start, I’d like to say that I’m fine, no, so far it’s not serious. Here’s the deal. I’d been experiencing some slightly disturbing symptoms. The most disturbing part is the fact that all of this had only started about 11 hours before. It began with me umpiring a baseball game on Saturday. When I was jogging around, I realized that my lower shins hurt when I ran. I shook it off, attributing it to I always hurt or have some kind of pain. Later, when I was shaving my legs Saturday night, I noticed that I had a rash near my right ankle. I attributed it to razor burn, but questioned it since it’s a brand-new razor that I’d just opened. Upon further inspection, I realized that both of my ankles were pretty swollen, the right one way worse than the left.

I finished drying off and then went down stairs to show my mom, who immediately saw it from about 4 to 5 feet away (that’s how swollen it was). She said to show my dad, who glanced at it and was like, “yep, it’s swollen alright!” I pointed out that my left ankle was swollen as well, and my mom suggested I wrap my right one, since it was crazy swollen. I did, then went to bed a little while later.

Fast forward to the next day. It’s a little less swollen, but hurts more. My throat also hurts a little when I swallow. I’m pushing my littlest sibling on the swing when my right wrist starts to hurt. I compare it to my left one and realize that my right wrist is indeed swollen. Soon after, my left knee starts to hurt, and that’s swollen, too. Also, my left wrist is swollen (on the opposite side than the right one was). My mom then calls my doctor, who tells her to bring me to the ER.

Now I’m freaking out. I have no idea what the hell is happening, or why it’s happening so freaking fast. So, my dad brings me to the ER, and I have 5 FREAKING VIALS of blood drawn. 5. Vials. Of. Blood. It wasn’t that bad, though, I must admit. They were really nice, and even made me smile. Oh, and I forgot to mention, while I was waiting for the doctor to come in, my right knee started to hurt, and I realized that it was swollen, too.

The initial labs, like the arthritis one, came back negative, so I got to go home, and now we’re waiting on the labs that take longer to come back (including the Lyme one). I really hope it’s not the fucking Lyme. I’ll do a post on that later.

Anyways, here’s a list of my symptoms:

  • hurts on lower shins when jogging or running
  • rash on right ankle
  • VERY swollen and painful right ankle
  • swollen and painful left ankle
  • hurts a little to swallow
  • swollen and painful right wrist
  • swollen and painful left wrist
  • swollen and painful left knee
  • swollen and painful right knee

I think that’s is, but there might be more. Possibly. Do any of you have any ideas?

Anyways, I’m okay. I just want to see what you all think. Please comment if you have ANY ideas at all. Thanks! Bye!


I Came Up With A Title!

Hey! Well, I finally came up with a title for my story. It’s kinda lame, but it’ll have to do for now, cuz I have NO FREAKING IDEA what a better name would be. Which is pretty sad, but whatever. Anyways, the name is Running. I know, stupid, right?! It’s not even about freaking running. Well, not that much. It sorta is, which is how I came up with that horrible name, but only a little bit. I’ll just have to work running into the story, I guess. Blech. In case you can’t tell, I don’t like running. Unless it involves baseball (and it’s not doing laps during practice). If it’s running the bases during a game, it’s pretty exhilarating. Other than that, I pretty much despise running. Anyways, I guess that’s it for now. Another relatively short post compared to the previous long, deep ones. Sorry for that. Maybe another deep one later? Bye!