Pre-Prom and The Countdown Is Almost Complete.

If I make it through this night, it will be a minor miracle.

WHHS Senior Prom is tonight at Jericho Terrace.  Pre-Prom was at Zombiegirl’s best friend’s house (H).  I was on high alert while I snapped pictures and spoke to parents I haven’t seen in ages.  We all marveled how beautiful everyone was and how grown up they are.

As I spoke to these parents I constantly checked over their shoulders to make sure my kid and the boyfriend were okay.  I feel like I missed a lot of what they were saying…

We found out a few days ago that her boyfriend (Ken) was being threatened.  They heard through the grapevine that he was going to be “jumped” at Prom.  Not because he’s a bad kid, or a troublemaker (there are girls in the high school dating MS-13 members- THOSE parents have major problems, if they’re even clued in, which I am sure they’re not), on the contrary, he’s so good to my daughter and he treats her like gold.  The problem is the other boys who have a crush on Z-girl and will do anything (and they’ve proved that they will do anything) to get with her.  And it seems that anything includes beating up her boyfriend.

So what does a parent do in this case?  Did these kids forget Z-girl hunts and is handy with a rifle?  Does MR go sit in the parking lot to make sure our kids are safe?  Do I call the school?

It helps to have friends in the school system.  Just talk to one of them and they’re on the case.  These little hoodlums better watch their asses.  F*CK You, you little cretins.

Add insult to injury, one of H’s friends asked if he could come to Pre-Prom.  Seems they were all on a group chat and only those on the chat were invited.  This guy wasn’t, but he was a good friend of H.  I’ll give you one guess as to who he was taking to Prom.  Yes, the twat. Are you kidding?  This kid has the nerve to ask if he can bring this little troublemaker to my daughter’s best friend’s house?  H is a great kid- she told him to take a hike after he said he wouldn’t speak with her again.  Whatever- tonight, Graduation and she never has to see him again.  I gave her a hug and thanked her for looking out for my kid.  And a big F*CK You to the twat.  I better never find out where you live.

High school is a fucking soap opera.  A damn reality show- a really bad one- because these kids are utterly ridiculous.  I don’t live in the city where all the school kids are street wise, I live in the fucking suburbs.  Middle class all the way.  Yet we have to deal with this stupid gangsta attitude that all the kids appropriate.  As we walked around the backyard, Utah and I marveled at who we could and couldn’t talk to.  The drama and ever changing dynamics of teenagers is a fine line one doesn’t dare cross.

I’ll say it once again.  I’m done.  Three more days and we’re over this shit. I’m going to pour myself a drink and go through the 300 pictures I just took.  I’ll post the good stuff tomorrow.




Farewell, Panthers. The Countdown Continues.

Yesterday was the last. Game. Ever. The Panthers have been playing together since fourth (?) grade. A few players have left over the years and we’ve gained a few younger players these past seasons but the handful of core players have remained tight and close and would never think to give up or leave. Even with problems with former coaches, even when they lost every game in the season, even when they had knee/ankle/hip/eye/concussion injuries they still showed up and played. As much as I am excited about never having to think about my daughters high school experiences ever again, not having soccer in my life is going to leave me  a bit melancholy.

Don’t get me wrong- if you know me you know I bitch about practically everything involving going to the games, dealing with parents, listening to the stupidity of the other teams parents,  Zombiegirl’s moodiness, MR’s moodiness and the referees (who, btw, have become increasingly inept. I sometimes feel the girls are not only playing against the opposing team but also against the refs.) I will truly miss cheering the Panthers on. I will miss being on the sidelines to their silliness. I will miss the excitement of watching them running down the field closing in on the goal. Nothing beats watching your kid (and by extension, all my adopted Panther players) score that goal. Or meg the opposing team. Or listen to your coach husband encourage the girls to RUN! 

I’ve poured my heart out to a few of my soccer mom friends- you’re sitting there for an hour and a half-what else are you going to do but talk while watching the girls? Bonding on the field is special because you’re all rooting for the same outcome. My soccer moms will always hold a special place in my heart even if we’re not on the field anymore or if we no longer talk. Growing up, I was never on a team (I’m not counting after school CYO softball) so I never got to experience the bonding and fraternization that comes with having teammates. I was lucky enough to get that with my sideline mommas. We were another kind of team.

Yesterday they played RVC, a team they could have beaten but one mishap with an underage referee cost us the game. We went out with a 4-3 loss and a yellow card for MR because of our parents defending (yelling) the play. Our record was bleak this season, but it doesn’t matter because it’s over. Over over.

Afterwards there was food, there was cake, there were beers and there were tears. Families, players and coaches came together for the last time under the West Hempstead Panthers banner to say goodbye to the team that’s been extended family for 15 years.

Farewell Panthers. 

Awards, Dinners and the Countdown Continues…

Last week was the High School Girl’s Athletic Award ceremony at the neighborhood catering hall and last night was the award ceremony for Nassau County Softball Coaches Association award dinner at the Crest Hollow Country Club. It’s the second time this year we’ve accompanied Zombiegirl to the country club for an awards dinner (who said I don’t get out much!?)- the first time was in December when she won the Scholar Athlete award for Varsity soccer and tonight she won All-Conference player for Varsity softball. I’m so proud of my little jock. She certainly doesn’t get her athleticism from me.

I dragged my sorry sick butt out of bed to go to this overpriced dinner to honor all the softball girls in Nassau County.  Only two of the WHHS Varsity girls were chosen for the All-Conference award, Zombiegirl and the pitcher, Dana. It really was a lot of fun watching them play over the years.

Z-girl really excelled at softball.  She thoroughly enjoyed it.  I think it had to do with the coach- her soccer coach was an ass with zero personality and a hard-on (not in the sexual sense) for one of her team mates.  As he felt that girl could do no wrong, he felt the rest of them were beneath her and the favoritism showed.  Moral on the team was dismal and no amount of screaming and yelling from those two could lift it.  I was thrilled when Varsity soccer ended. My daughter was miserable on that team.  Five years with this coach and add insult to injury- he didn’t even acknowledge her Scholar Athlete award in the program.

Pfft.  So over it.

The softball coach was the opposite side of the coin.  He was personable (but not too friendly with the girls) and he was a bit sarcastic.  I know a few girls (and parents) didn’t like him and some even refused to move up to Varsity from JV.  But he knew his stuff, he knew the girls strengths and weaknesses and he knew what they needed to do to get wins.  Zombiegirl, for instance, is not a strong hitter.  But she can bunt and slap like a pro and she’s fast so seven times out of ten she made it to first to drive a run in.  A few of the asshat fathers didn’t comprehend Coach’s logic to signal her to bunt- they only complained repeatedly that she’s doing it again.  I stopped sitting with them because I couldn’t take their incessant complaining and derogatory comments about one of our outfield players.  Lord forbid someone said something about one of their kids. But they’re armchair coaches. One of them is overweight and the other is old- neither is fit enough to coach a team, they can barely walk to the field from their car.

Besides the asshats, I loved watching softball.  I tried to keep score and keep track of the innings, but because most of the games were chilly (something about the WHHS field- it was always beautiful and warm at the house but at the field it was always windy and cold.  And it’s only 1/4 mile away.) so keeping track was tough when you’re wearing gloves (I had an app).  I came prepared with my Lava Buns seat and extra layers and gloves and a hat, sunglasses and Uggs.  I don’t know how the girls kept warm on the bench and in the field.  That was the only thing the kid complained about, because the season started so early, it was cold.

But now we’re done.  She may play club ball in college or with a neighboring town.  Pick up games are a certainty. I may even join her if there are no age restrictions.  Scheduled games though are finished and we just got one step closer to putting an end to the high school experience.  Tick tick tick…



The Countdown, Inching Closer

How long does it take to slice 10 dozen bagels, including the time it takes to wash and dry the slice in one’s palm, put a rubber glove on to contain the blood (hey, I watch Chopped) take off the glove because someone eating said bagels may have a latex allergy, wash and dry the wound again and put a fabric (no latex!) bandaid on?

Twenty-eight minutes.

Today is Zombiegirl’s Senior breakfast at school. It’s the day they get their yearbooks and collect witticisms and song quotes from prople they’ve spent the majority of their lives with. They get to roam the halls and ask teachers to write nice things about them and these poor teachers have to remember a kid who was in their class four years prior and come up with something good.

It’s a good day in the life of a high-schooler.

For some reason, the parents are asked (again) to provide food for the Senior Breakfast. Not all the senior parents, just those who managed to get their name on an email list because they helped once before. There are approximately 180 Seniors and approximately 25 names on the list. And if those 25, approximately 1/2 volunteer to bring anything.

Is it any wonder that I’m so done with all this?

Beena’s brother-in-law works at a popular bagel place so I asked if they would donate or give me a discount on bagels.  Three out of four kids that go to our high school go to this bagel place on a regular basis so it didn’t hurt to ask. Joey came back with a great price for bagels (Thanks, Joey!) and since he went through all the trouble of bagging them up and delivering them, I didn’t want to ask him to slice them. He did say he would have if he knew, but I don’t like to take advantage of people doing me favors. 

Thus the cut on my palm.

So it’s June 5th and I have 20 more days and approximately 6 more things to do to get this kid graduated. Twenty-one more days until I call my life my own.