Not Just for Neighborhood Bragging Rights

We've made it to the semi-finals. My team, The Hammerheads, won Saturdays quarter final game against a team that we had tied previously. We won 3-2 and it was close... now, we play The Silver Bullets and they are really, really strong. We have to be better, I'm really trying to be positive and pray and hope and asking every one for positive thoughts and positive energy. So, any one reading, throw us some good luck... we really, really, really want this win. When we beat Silver Bullets, we will play later that day for the Championship. I've done it before, I can do it again! My team is outstanding and they have worked sooo hard for this, they deserve it. The four teams left are all a part of this neighborhood I live in. The kid 2 doors up (he has been a bully to Lukas for the last year and even before that when Luke used to visit Gramma... he really is a jerk and needs a good ass kickin' [his time will come, I'm sure] his mom is a real piece of work too, called Luke a bully the 2nd day we moved in and is REALLY competitive) his stepdad is the coach of Silver Bullets. There's the kid at the end of the street who's dad is the assistant coach of another team and a kid around the corner (also a little bit of a jerk) is on a fourth team that we won't play unless we lose (we won't...) or they win their 1st game. It sounds confusing but basically the whole neighborhood has something to lose or bragging rights if one of us wins (only one of us can be the champs...). It's sort of all on the line. My whole kid's reputation and chance to fight back without getting physical lies in these next 2 games. It's really cool and very stressful all at the same time. I have a championship team and they deserve the title. I want to show them how hard work and dedication does pay off, I want them to know that when you want something bad enough and it's a good thing and not dangerous or bad for you, you can get it. I've been eating, sleeping, and breathing soccer for the past 3 1/2 months and I want this so damn bad it's insane. This is a lot of the reason I haven't been on Twitter or blogging. We need your thoughts, please... Hopefully, my next post will be celebrating our victory and with the way my son has improved not only his skills on the field but his attitude, he deserves this reward. Send us good energy!!!
Thanks, writing soon, Coach Angie

Catching up on soccer and the Koran

ok so i'm friggin' sorry. it's soccer season and i haven't been blogging. Hell, I haven't even been on twitter very much. I'm a busy bitch. here's a couple things though: the douche bag that wants to burn the Koran or Quran (however the hell we spell it now...) is a fucking idiot. He has the right to do this unspeakable deed but he's a total dick for doing it. My next door neighbors are total and complete assholes and from now on when they say something shitty or give me a dirty look I'm just going to say "you know what? Fuck you... I'm a nice God damn person and your a total dick" (I will say this to the Dad, Mom or the two bitchy, weird 11 yr. old twins). Fuckin had it with those people. I've tried, really have, they just are hateful and miserable...

My soccer team is awesome. We are really good so far, I hope that we can maintain the momentum and beat some teams down this season. We are the Hammerheads and despite the stupid name, my boys got some mad skills. First game 4-3, second game 5-0 and we play this Saturday. My assistant coach is really good and doesn't just show up whenever and wear flip-flops or lay on the grass. He actually helps. You all should come watch one game... even for like 5 minutes... I really get into it. I jump up and down, run up and down the field, sometimes I roll around, I've gotten hit (really fuckin' hard) in the head and side of my face and twice I was walking backwards, tripped over a ball and fell down... TWICE! I love it. Games are like my freakin' drug. I live for them. I get really nervous and excited just before, I say inappropriate things to the parents because I kinda lose my mind for a few minutes. It's a blast. I don't even play... I just tell them what to do and half the time I'm shouting out random shit that I don't even know if it makes sense or not. Whatever, I always win. Not like every game but I feel like my players learn something from me. If anything, they know I care. I was the mother loving coach of the 2008 U10 AYSO Ventura Championship team for Gods sake! Don't trip, I know my shit bitches!

My car was left unlocked and some fuck-stick broke into everybody's car last Sunday and got away with 2 of my iPods and 2 brand new packs of smokes. I was bummed. This happen last year and I've been keeping the car locked but I forgot to check that night and sure enough... 1st time they only got cigarettes but this time the iPods.

My employees chipped in and bought me a nice new one that's better than the 1st so that was pretty cool. I cried when they gave it to me. How thoughtful they are. Don't even think of stealing it out of my car, it ain't gonna be in there fuckers!

I'm turning 40 in a few weeks and I'm kinda shitting bricks a little bit. I really need to quit smoking and go to like the doctor or whatever but... let's just see how those genetic test results come out before I make any rash decisions right? Yeah, that sounds good.

Well, that's it, nothing too exciting. Patriot day is coming up. I'll be in my back yard burning the Koran and just for good measure I'll throw in a Bible or two. What the hell.

We won a game...finally...it was worth it.

Ok, maybe my last post was a little harsh. Truth hurts. We won a game though!! Whoo Hoo!! We beat the other team 22-21. We had a strong lead through the 1st half then my defense got sloppy and we almost lost. But, we did not lose, we fricken won! My boys were so excited, a couple of them started to cry. And then, some of them said, get this, "I feel bad for the other team, did you see their faces?"... What? What? Who cares about them, we've lost 7 games in a row!! Do you think they care about you? It was cute and ridiculous at the same time. Damn good sports! Such a proud yet confused coach I am. So, two more games, we'll see what happens. Everybody makes it to playoffs so... we could still turn into champions... I'll say my prayers and visualize the trophy.
The mom that I previously stated was a total bitch, has been oddly nice to me. Not sure what that's about but I'm not complaining. The season is almost over and I've had a pretty good time. Indeed an experience I shall cherish... at least until soccer season.

Where have I been?

Hello readers... are you there?
Well, I am for a minute or two. I have been working like a little bitch bones the past 2 weeks and I am emotionally and physically drained. I've actually cried a few times at work just due to sheer exhaustion and stress. I was sick (thought I had swine flu because the day before it hit the news, I had a terrible sore throat which turned into a cough and fever... I don't have swine flu) and my boys finished out the soccer season with a loss. It was an awesome game though and they never gave up, not for a minute. We lost 6-2 but they played their hearts out. I'm glad it's over for now. On Saturday, Lukas and I signed up for fall. This should be exciting. And... I have had 3 parents request me as their coach... one lady I've never even met, she saw me coaching and liked how positive I was and asked me for my name so she could request me at sign ups. That is so cool.
My job... my wonderful, exciting, never boring, never ending, always busy job. It has consumed me more than ever before. Here's the deal: McCafe! It's here, it's overwhelming and it's kicking my McAss!! I have put in more freakin' hours preparing for this thing than I wish to acknowledge. They have us setting up, training, selling, testing, sampling, getting certified and running around with our heads cut off and then... then... they do national advertising and coupon drops before anybody knows what the hell they are doing. It's very important that this goes well. Very important. We have supervisors, field consultants (which are corporation people who basically decide your fate), owners, field consultants' bosses, owners' bosses and anybody else scary like that coming into our restaurants and ordering really complicated coffee drinks to make sure we can do them properly and of course, I didn't today. I blew it so bad that the guy asked my boss if we should even be selling these in our restaurant. Nice! That caused a tear or two. It's like: "you know what A-hole, why don't you jump behind this counter and make a dumb ass non-fat iced mocha with light syrup while I sit in your drive-thru and stare at you"... I didn't really say that. It's too much pressure man. Too much! Any way, now he has to come back and do another little visit and of course, we don't know when, so we are always on edge and I'm gonna be having someone else make his stupid coffee while I distract him with my amazing good looks and charm. Actually this guy is as stoned faced as a freakin' statue so even my charm doesn't phase him. It's all about the coffee. It's good though, I mean an iced mocha with an extra shot of espresso is pretty damn good. I enjoy these coffees and I'm proud of them and proud to work for McDonald's but right now, I'm just tired. I told my boss I was going to punch him in the head today. That's probably not good.
In other news, twitter... not really doing it yet. Signed up but haven't attached it to my phone yet (hold on... I'll do it right now). Ok, just put it on my phone so maybe I'll start twittering from my phone. Seems like a lot of work at this point in my life, I've got a couple of kids, a wife, a whole grip of dogs and a job that absolutely consumes my energy... all the same, I'll probably still check it out. Can you say confusing? Well, I'll say it for you... I am confusing. I'm not drunk today just tired. I'll get in the swing of things soon. I'll come back with bigger and better conversation, I promise. Bye for now, my battery is low (my computer and my brain).

Last game this weekend and other nonsense

Well people, we won again. We actually dominated... 5-1. Almost ridiculous how good these kids are and well... I'm an awesome coach. OK, it's the players more than anything else. Lucky for these parents we did win or I might have gone crazy on them. In any case, this win was a little sad, the goalie for the other team was crying. Lukas again was goalie for us and did good. He missed one but there was no way he could have stopped it, it was way over his head. The coach from the other team was sooo nice. It wasn't fair really. Oh well. One more game... we usually have a party but oh no, the team mom says (in a whiny, annoying voice if you add the audio): "We usually don't do parties in the spring so I don't think we need one". Uh hello? It's not about you dumb ass... do your kids want a party?... I think they do. Whatever, that's what I get for asking what they think we should do. I'm over it. Enough about soccer. The fall season will be filled with lots of blogs that only I read or proofread. Actually, not true... Hey Suzanne, what's up Mama?... Love you. (She's my only die hard reader... thanks for the support...).
Speaking of readers, followers and people who know of this blog, sign up, leave comments and let me know if you enjoy my ramblings or if I'm being a lamer. I probably won't change my writing style but at least you will feed my narcissistic needs (Amy just used that word about "twitter" and I realized it is exactly how to describe people who tweet). AND... speaking of "twitter", I have signed up. All the cool kids are doing it and well... if they all jumped off a bridge and lived to tell me how cool it was... I would jump too. So, I only have 2 followers, one of which is Barack Obama so if you all could sign up for "twitter" and follow me that would be great. Thanks a lot. I don't know how it works or if it's really fun or what but I thought I'd get with the program. I don't have a facebook or myspace for undisclosed reasons but I do have a twitter account. My name on it is bkvent but you can look me up as angie brooks too. So, that's your homework. I don't have it connected to my phone because I have the crappy little model phone that T-Mobil offers. I will get a blackberry when my contract allows the upgrade in August. My phone literally holds only 30 text messages and because I am so nostalgic I save a lot of them. My favourite text is when I told Amy about 3 years ago that I bought a Christmas Tree and her response was: "I love you. Get out the decorations." Dumb right... and Felipe, whenever he sends me a text I always save it. He's one of my best friends and I rarely talk to him so when he sends me a text it's usually something nice or funny, Shawn Harris too (I always have to use his last name due to the other Sean's in my life, if I thought anyone actually read this I wouldn't give last names but... I'm a rebel). Then there's the stupid pictures that Amy sends me of the dogs... gotta save those. So, basically, I don't have much room for twitter or whatever. I don't have Internet on my phone nor do I have a music thing. I'm old school but really, really, really want an iPhone. Someday...
I've had almost a whole bottle of Two-buck-Chuck so... sorry that I'm talking a lot. I really need to post something daily but due to work and chores and my children, there is no time. We are starting our McCafe and it's requiring a lot of my time. I have to memorize all this information, my restaurant is under construction, I'm hiring about 10 people that all need to be trained and I have really important McDonald's people coming in to make sure me and my "coffee specialists" know what the frick frack they are doing... we don't. It's a very important thing this coffee launch. It's like the introduction of the mother-loving Big Mac. That's how serious this crap gets. I've been working 10 hour days all week and I'm expecting even longer hours the next 2 weeks, my boss has been in my store all week long and has me doing the stupidest stuff, as if I don't have enough to do. I don't know if anyone who has never run a fast food restaurant can understand... wait, not just any fast food but a restaurant that serves like 1500 people in one day. My sales are ridiculous right now and my little ass is tired as hell. I like to be able to walk around smoking cigarettes and doing a little paperwork here and there, I'm not used to actually working my ass off for the entire 10 hour day. I don't even want to talk about the pay. It's almost a joke how little I get paid. I think I should start my own radio talk show and make 100 thous. a day to talk shit about the president... that sounds like a good living. Rush, look out, here I come.
Well, that's enough chatterbox for now. I'll probably regret this never ending blog. I actually asked you all to follow this blog, nice timing... personal note: never drunk blog.