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Before I get started just wanted to give a shot out to all the normal people out there that work 12 months a year.  WUD UP.  I have only 11 days left of work until the end of August.  I know, how horrible.  These 11 days can not go by fast enough.  Elementary school children, at this time of year, yikes.  I am in the process of taking their Field Day away.  Already got 3.  2 first graders and 1 fifth grader.  There will be more, this I promise you.  One of the first graders chose to hit a girl for getting the health question wrong.  For this, mean Mr. Baugher snached his Field Day.  He apparently was not happy due to the screaming and fake tears that followed.  In October I would have felt bad about it.  In May, tough shit.  Pardon me but I care zero percent right now...  I think the 5th grader got it taken away for looking at me or something like that.  I don't care.

Let's talk baseball.  I have refused to attend practice due to the fact that only 2 people show up EVERY TIME.  Who needs practice when your 35 games under 500 anyway?  I was told that if I could not be there last Monday, the other guys mother would run practice...  This made me smile, cry and also become very angry.  I just do not understand apparently.  ANYTHING.  I have one more game.  Perhaps I can rally the troops and we can have a moment like this...

It will probally be like this...

whatever...  one game left.

I just bought the new Lonely Island CD and it has made this part of the year easier.  If you don't know what I am talking about, your missing out...  I think.  It is hilarious. This is just a little taste of the CD that might not come out of the truck for a year.

 
Till next time

In honor of Mother's Day...

I would like to present the greatest Youtube video in the history of Youtube...

Teacher Appreciation

Yikes.  First of all, to all my teachers out there, Happy Teacher Appreciation Week.  I'm not sure about yours, my week however felt 0% different from any other week.  I did only write one referral so maybe the kids laid off of me this week...  Maybe I'm getting soft.  That being said, I did receive a card and a notepad as a gift.  Go me.  Not quite sure what a PE Teacher needs a notepad with apples around it for but it's the thought that counts. 
This weekend is special because Mothers Day is Sunday.  I got my mommy flowers and I think she loved them.  I hope you did or are doing something nice for your mom.  God bless my mom.  I can only imagine what it was like being in a house with 3 men (boys) for all of those years.  Mom do this, Mom do that and we never (OK rarely) heard a groan or anything.  As we got older, she did get a lot of free time with all the hunting and fishing trips so I guess we're even...  kidding mom.  Thank you for everything that you have ever done and will continue to do and Happy Mother's Day to all the mommas out there. 

Now enjoy this...

Ok, I admit it...

I'm getting old.  It all started this weekend when we were at the beach.  I know that I complained about my feet hurting from running on the sand, but I'm serious they really hurt.  To top of having the bottoms of my feet be sore, enter Monday evening.  In all of my years of playing sports, it takes being 27 and playing slow pitch softball for the "injuries" to come.  I came this close to blowing out my groin on Monday night.  Maybe it's because it was cold (62 degrees) or maybe I didn't get loose enough (I stretched for about 20 minutes straight before the game), whatever it was it was pretty painful.  I attempted to play second base and almost fell over when I went to move after the pitch.  (For those of you that don't know, you are supposed to MOVE on every pitch...  SOMEWHERE!  Even if it is 2 steps in.  BE READY TO MAKE THE PLAY!  It's ok if you don't understand, neither does my baseball team and I tell them about 20 times a game.)  Luckily I believe it was only a strain.  If I would have pulled it, and if you know me you know this is true, there is about a 50% chance that I would have cried right their on the field.  Thank God that everyone didn't have to experience that.

In other semi-important news, Bin Laden is dead!  After almost 10 years, we got him.  God Bless all of the soldiers that have fought for this day to come for a while.  Thank you to my cousin who is currently serving this country and to all of my friends that have served in the past and the ones still currently serving, you make this country great.  Thank you.  I'll never forget 9-11.  I'll never forget where I was that morning.  I can remember vividly sitting in the quad of Frederick Hall and watching the news all day.  I can remember trying to call my family and not being able to make a call.  The terror that that man has put into this great country will hopefully begin to go away.  It won't go away over night, but hopefully things will begin to get better.  I won't go on and on here because everyone knows the significance of what has happened and I'm just a PE teacher, I know less than you do probably.  We got our man though.  Everyone that has been yelling about the war, we got our man.  Before I go, watch and never forget...

Have You Forgotten?

weekend fun

Well, the weekend is half over.  We had another game Saturday and lost another game Saturday.  Frustrating.  Not going to complain about it anymore.
After the game, Carly and I went to Surfside Beach with Nate, Kate, Stella and Kirk.  A fun time was had by all.  I felt like I was doing something really wrong because in Surfside, you can drive on the beach.  I know, rebel.  Stella loved the water.  I however was mistaken for a beached whale when I approached the water so I did not enter the gulf totally.  Kidding, it was cold and windy and I didn't want to get soaking wet.  Instead of swimming, I watched as Nate and Kirk were attempting to "dive bomb" pelicans with Nate's kite.  They were unsuccessful and eventually the guys switched to football.  In a Big Ten juggernaut of a game, Michigan (me) was upset by a much sweater vest-ier Ohio State (Kirk) team. 28-21.  Today, my feet feel as though I was playing on broken glass.
In other beach news, we ate brats and dogs for lunch.  We didn't have any condiments so I found some in the glove box of my truck.  Yeah, they were old but it doesn't matter right?  Wrong.  Very wrong.  The ketchup that I used was from Hardee's.  Good, except for the fact that there are no Hardee's in TX.  This pack of ketchup had to be from when I still lived in MD.  This would make the ketchup about 4 years old...  I should have gotten the hint when the ketchup came out and it was brown.  I decided that it was "no big deal" and that it had gotten "better with age".  Ketchup does NOT get better with age.  I felt ok until around 9 when I began to drip sweat off my head and be freezing cold at the same time.  Carly got a box fan from the garage and I wore my Snuggie and went to sleep on the couch.  I must have gotten over the brown ketchup sickness because today I feel almost at full strength.  Learn from me people, do not eat brown ketchup. 

back again...

I have debated if I should wine and complain on here and I'm going with, I will.

School = crap.  All anyone cares about is the test scores.  Teach to the test, teach to the test...  BS.  The kids are maxed out on testing crap and they are acting like they have just been released from a cage that they have been living in for the past 5 years.  I am literaly at wits end.  I don't know if I can keep this up.  I'm not really sure how I have ANY hair (there's still some up there) on the top of my head!  Last week Friday I wrote 8 referrals and sent two kids to the office.  Children, if you cough in my direction, I will write you up.  I'm not playing anymore.  I hear, "Mr. B is getting mean!" and "Mr. B used to be so nice."  I might be nice again next year.  As far as this year goes, forget it.

Other interesting news, I, Chris Baugher, am one of the slowest drivers in the USA.  Carly continues to tell me that and I believe it to be true.  Well, as I was driving Ms. Daisy, I have gotten pulled over 2 times in the last 3 days for SPEEDING.  Apparently I, "take off too fast."  So Carly says.  I also have gotten off of both tickets.  I started crying and they let me go...  Actually, the first cop was a Michigan Football fan.  We talked Michigan football for 10 minutes and he let me go.  Go Blue.  The second cop was a jerk.  I was clocked getting off the highway, onto the feeder going 67.  The speed limit on the highway is 70.  He was writing me a ticket and got a call so he had to go.  Too bad, so sad.  Idiot.  I was very angry with him.  These almost tickets has caused me to drive even slower.  I seriously might as well ride a bike now because I'm not going to speed.  I will go 10 under intentionally. 

Long post, bear with me.  This just in, coaching kids in baseball that do not give a crap about baseball is hard.  I have a mix of decent players and sucky players.  They are 12 so whatever.  However, the disrespect level of some of the kids...  WOW.  One kid couldn't make the game last week because he "slapped" his mom.  I told his brother to tell him that when he comes back, I was going to slap him with my bat...  OK, I wanted to.  I had a kid apparently quit last week because "he wasn't getting the calls" from the umpire.  What a joke.  The other coach was sad, I said good.  If he is going to cry like a baby, he can play Sudoku at home instead of baseball.  Sudoku is awesome btw.  SO AGGRAVATED. 

Last post.  Today is a special day because it is my wife's birthday.  I never get her enough for these days but I just hope she knows that she means the world to me and I love her.  And now she is as OLD as me...  Just 2 old asses.  Living in Houston, TX.  Life is good

Recent activity in life

Well, most recently I went turkey hunting on Sunday.  We didn't see any birds but we did hear about five different gobblers.  Pretty successful for the first time hunting turkey in Texas!  Following my hunting trip I fell asleep on the couch around 4:30 and remained that way until right around 9:15.  To top it all off, I went to bed that night and proceeded to fall directly asleep AND had a hard time getting up in the morning.  Some husband I am.

Going backwards from there, my baseball team (assistant only.  If I was manager, it would be a different story) has fallen to 0-3.  That means zero wins and three loses.  I became so frustrated last Saturday, that I thought very hard about sneaking to my truck in the parking lot and leaving the field, mid game.  I doubt that I would have returned either.  Why it is so hard to NOT throw the ball around carelessly is beyond me.  In our first three games, we have lead in the final inning by at least 4 and we lost ALL THREE (3) GAMES.  The good news, if this were the Major Leagues, I would be getting ready to be the interim manager because the head guy would be getting the ax in about a week.  The bad news, it's not and I'm not and this sucks.