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I went shopping last week with my son.  We hit up the outlet mall and had a blast. While we were picking up school essentials for him, I decided to shoe shop.  A task I wish was more enjoyable.  But with Flintstone feet...it is far from enjoyable. Scene:  Random Outlet Shoe Store, Asics running shoe section, smelly red vinyl bench. As I am trying to find cute wide sizes I hear a voice.  "Hey those running shoes are the best."  I start to reply but stop to avoid talking over this unfamiliar to me woman who has decided to speak to me.  The next thing she tells me is that she has lost 93 pounds.  I smile and say the only thing that comes to mind.  Congratulations.  The conversation continues.  Her talking and me listening.  Surgery details, 10 minutes of where she runs and how I should Facebook her and if I ever see her running on Dorchester I should honk at her because that is what motivates her to keep moving. ...

What a freakin game . From the first minute until the last penalty kick. Normally I am not a big fan of watching girls/women's soccer. I know the theory of how the women build up their plays from the back and methodically push forward and all that. But I am more into the swift explosive men's game. Maybe bred from 12 years of standing on the sideline watching my boy play? I cheered, cussed and got all revved up. I tried to walk away a couple times, but just kept getting sucked back in. Most games don’t hold this intensity, but today’s was magnetic. TiVo’s set for the semi’s Wednesday. Here is hopin they get a better ref draw! Back to work tomorrow. The countdown to welfare begins. 12 more days and I am officially unemployed due to sell out.  I have completed all the required stuff to apply for my job back.  I don’t think I am worried about getting a job, but about getting “my” job.  I can do whatever I need to do in order to draw a paycheck, but it sure is nice to enjoy...

05.17.05 (11:44 pm)   [ edit ]  Irony is such an amazing thing. As I was browsing thru the web last night I happened upon an old post from like 2 years ago. It was after a few people I knew "virtually" had a huge spat and had hurt eachother. I have very few moments of brilliance, but when I re-read this last night I giggled about how history repeats itself.. even in such a forum as this. I musta been on some good drugs when I wrote this *whew* Do the Dew or maybe I just had a Brunette moment In life, people can't make us feel or do things that we don't allow them to. Our decisions are our own. ie: You can't make me angry , but I can choose to be angry. No one can make me happy but myself, nor is it anyone elses job to do so. So my advise... Dont give people that power over you...No matter what the situation. Be responsible for your own feelings and actions. The internet has some great feature called ignore and delete! right click the names of those yo...

05.20.05 (9:17 am)   [ edit ]  Mood: Dazed and Confused There is no manual, ebook, Dr. Spock or encyclopedia that prepares a parent for a day like I had today. If things like this were documented in writing, I assure you we could file it under birth control and it would be more effective then condoms or The Sponge. Now I know some people are going to read this and roll their eyes at how insignificant it is in comparison to global warming, pollution and terrorism. Have no fear, I know this already! It doesn't change my current state of being confused and flaborgasted by the continual behavior of my brilliantly intelligent teenage (13) daughter. She attends an A+ school that has rigid rules to keep control of the raging hormones and swinging emotions of middle school youth. They recieve a "book signing" for things like chewing gum, tardy, not having a pencil etc... After 6 such book signings in one grading period you get a referral. A referral results in a da...

06.01.05 (7:17 am) --All entries posted herein are shared for self rant-ification and comical value.  They are in no way intended to bash, demean, insult, belittle or otherwise embarass anyone of the human, animal, vegetable or mineral persuasion.  They are in no way posted to be psycho-analyzed for some deeper meaning, there is no greater lesson hidden between the font.  If you are offended by anything posted here, then you are a sensitive woosie and you should surf elsewhere!  Go ask your mommy for guidance and have a nice day!!-- I share...because I can! Now get over it!! Now back to our regulary scheduled blogging

6.06.05 (12:59 pm)   [ edit ]  You have been dropped into pitch darkness in some obscure location in the middle of a rainforest ... no supplies, no compass, no tools and no instructions... Your mission should you choose to accept it (although you weren't given the opportunity NOT to accept it) is to survive and find your way to some sort of civilization you know exists somewhere but have no rational idea how to find it??? Welcome to my life!!! Taken over a business with promise of financial files that would transfer "easily" to the new accounting software I spent a week familiarizing myself with.  Yeah Right!!  In my dreams.  I am now lost in a pile of transactions, bank statements and fiscal reports having to enter every transaction manually for the last year JUST to get current.  Lost in a sea of rules and regulations that govern ever dotted "i" and crossed "t" that I have to deal with.  Dispite the fact that I have only had access to sa...

06.06.05 (8:46 pm)   [ edit ]  What is it that posesses a person to visit someones personal space and pick apart what they choose to share?  Not only to pick it apart, but name call and belittle and make a sad attempt at trying with words to make themselves seem superior?  Is there so much hatred in them that they have to waste their precious moments in life with such ugly tactics?  Could it be that someone hurt them in life so bad that they feel the need to lash out at virtual strangers for no apparent reason??  Could it be that they are so unhappy with themselves that the only pleasure they derive in their day is to be nasty to others? I have had a mountain of hardships in my life.  Yet I CHOOSE to not let it break my spirit.  I CHOOSE to focus on my positives.  I CHOOSE to appreciate every moment I am given, good or otherwise.  I CHOOSE to be compassionate to others, even if their opinions differ from mine....

06.10.05 (7:33 am)   [ edit ] Now that I am off for the summer (as if having 3 jobs is considered OFF)  my inner clock has been tilted.  I have been staying up later and later because I have more and more work.  This week I have not seen the inside of my eye lids before 2 am.  4 - 5 hours sleep is doable for me.  I can maintain this schedule for about a week, then I have to throw in one 6 hour night to rejuvinate the battery.  Last night I had a banquet to attend after my "evening" job and my daughter found a very young stray kitten out side the hall we attended the banquet at.  After a late night trip to Wally World for kitty supplies, I put in a few hours of home desk work.  Last glance at the clock was 3:53am.  I had no pending urgent events this morning so I had hoped to not see the dark side of 9 am for a change. My freakin phone rings at 7:45 A M !! What kind of lamebrain calls a nig...

06.10.05 (10:03 pm)   [ edit ] Yes we have a new addition.  Rescued from the church hall parking lot late last night.  She (we hope its a girl) has been affectionatly names Sophie.  My daughter found her during an after dark game of touch football with the boys.  She is so tiny, I am not sure how she survived on her own or how she happened to be in the middle of nowhere. As the picture shows, DK is teachiing her well.  He gave up his favorite soccer hackysac.  It is bigger then her head.  No clue on her age but she is eating soft food, hissing at the dog and has a curious fiesty kitten attitude.  She will fit right in  :)

06.24.05 (9:08 pm) I've seen two shows lately that went on and on about how mid-life is a great time for women. Just last week Oprah had a whole show on how great menopause will be.... Puhleeeeeeeze! I've had a few thoughts of my own and would like to share them with you. Whether you are pushing 40, 50, 60 (or maybe even just pushing your luck) you'll probably relate. Mid-life is when the growth of hair on our legs slows down. This gives us plenty of time to care for our newly acquired mustache. In mid-life women no longer have upper arms, we have wing spans. We are no longer women in sleeveless shirts, we are flying squirrels in drag. Mid-life is when you can stand naked in front of a mirror and you can see your rear without turning around. Mid-life is when you go for a mammogram and you realize that this is the only time someone will ask you to appear topless. Mid-life is when you want to grab every firm young lovely in a tube top and scream, "Listen honey,...

I love to cook. I'm fat. I am broke as a joke ALL the time You would think that because I am broke, I wouldn't be able to cook, and therefore I wouldn't be fat. Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. History has shown that the more my grocery budget is pinched, the worse we eat. When I don't have to watch ever penny, I tend to buy fresh veggies and fruits. I don't bat an eyelash as spending $25. to make a nice salad for dinner. Since we rent our home, and live in a fairly uppity neighborhood, farm animals are out of the question. Until recently, I had never had a garden. Mainly because we lived in a condo and most things just don't grow well in pots with no sunlight. When we did have a house, our soil was lime rock and sand. I couldn't get a daisy to grow let alone sweet juicy fruits. I have been spending time recently trying to find some peace in my life. There are things that I can not control. I can not control our debt/income ratio. I can not contro...

I am famous for buying pre-packaged seasonings. I can not make tacos without counting on Old El Paso to season the meat for me. @ $1.49/pack there has to be a better way. Here is my first attempt at reproducing that mexican flavor. Taco Salad-ish 1 1/2 C. dry Kidney Beans *  1/2 to 1 lb. ground beef/turkey/sausage [optional] Taco Salad-ish  1/2 C. fine chopped onion  1 Tbs.onion powder  1 Tbs.chili powder  1/2 tsp salt  1/2 tsp cumin  1/4 tsp garlic powder   1/4 tsp oregano  1/8 tsp pepper  2 8oz can tomato sauce  3 cups tortilla chips   shredded cheese  plain yogurt or Sour Cream * if you don't want to spend the time with dry beans, you could use a 30oz. can of kidneys. Prepare your beans via overnight or quick soak. Cook until tender and drain off water. Beans can be cooked ahead and stored in the refrig until ready to use. If you decide to use ground meat of some sort, brown it and break into small pieces. Dra...

I have been trying to consolidate my life and get my ass in gear about my creative outlets.  In my travels I happened upon an old blog that surprisingly is still up and holding my posts from over 7 years ago.  Imagine that!  As I was moving things over, it struck me as ironic how some of my posts from years ago are so relevant, I could have written them last week. reposting for posterity sake and entertainment value.  Names have not been changed to protect the innocent. If they didn't kill me the first time I posted it, I doubt they care now. 02.07.06 (12:11 pm)  I have decided that I like this private sorta tucked away blog. I know of someone, actually a few someone's who have lost jobs or been written up for blogging. Whether it is because their boss finds out they blog on the clock, or because they advertise their blog to their co-workers and then flame the hell out of their idiot boss. Freedom of speech reins until it falls upon the eyes of those in control...

  01.02.05 (7:45 pm)   [ edit ] My first blog of the New Year  weeeeeeeeee  Happy New Year !!! Yes, I survived the road trip.  Feel like I got hit by a bus, but it was a fun time as expected. Rang in the new year on the balcony of a hotel close enough to Busch Gardens I coulda thrown a rock at it.  Talk about NoIsY!!  Yikes.  Found out that on January 1st there's a college bowl game in Tampa Bay so 75% of Georgia State Universities Bulldog fans were sharing the same hotel.  Oh to be so young! True to form, the strongest thing I consumed was really bad convenient store coffee.  Shared some dirty jokes, relived a few high points from 2004 and met some very colorful people in the process.  That's my puppies fault.  Zaida the stunning Australian Shepard.  Her striking appearance and her loving personality always draws them in.   If I was a guy, she would be the perfect "chick magnet"  hehe I had front row ...

  01.03.05 (9:52 am)   [ edit ] The varying degrees of Soccer Moms. Recreational Soccer Mom :  Anyone can join, no prior experience required.  1 practice night/week,  lasting 1 hour at a community park nearest you.  Saturday morning games at same park.  Fun non-competitive atmosphere. Parents from both teams mingle.   Snack-list distributed at start of season which lasts 8 weeks. Each parent has one week to bring a post game snack and drink for the team.   Season is ended with a full day tournament where each team plays 3  abbreviated  games and every player receives a participation medallion or trophy.  Season end team Pizza party.  Commitment level is low. Intermediate Soccer Mom:   Players are recommended for a mock try-out via their rec. coach.  Depending on size of program, enough teams are formed so that every child that is recommended is put on a team.  1 practice night/week,  la...

  01.03.05 (10:27 am)   [ edit ] Our team ran thru last season undefeated.  Even though the boys should be playing in the U 11 bracket this year, their coach moved them up to U12 in an attempt to challenge them.  They met that challenge by running thru this season undefeated, against boys who were on most cases at least a head taller and a year faster then they are.  Some of their games were such blow-outs that the coach would place restrictions on them like "no shooting on goal with your right foot"  this when the score of the game was 10 - 0 in our favor at halftime.  We traveled along way this weekend to find competition.  We found that competition, and although all 3 of our coaching staff and all the parents agreed we needed the challenge,  they didn't all handle it as one would hope.  Our coach send a letter of reminder to all of us this morning.  And here is the response I sent to him.  Coach, This is a novel that m...

  01.04.05 (7:28 pm)   [ edit ] I had an in-service for work today.  Always 5 + hours of sheer boredom.  But they pay me for it and serve coffee and bagels, so who can complain. Much to my surprise they introduced us to a new work philosophy.  Based on a video from a Fish Company that uses 4 basic principal s to improve business, maintain loyal staff and encourage return patronage.  The 4 steps are easy.  Fun, Make their day, Be there and Choose your attitude.  They call it F I S H ironically. Most of these I put into motion in my own life.  I try to always have fun via humor and interaction.  Being a people person makes it easier to try making someone's day.  It can be as simple as a heartfelt "Nice to see you".   Being there is simply living in the moment, paying attention when your interacting with someone and trying not to daydream or plan dinner in your head while interacting.  Listening and eye contact c...

  01.07.05 (9:56 am)   [ edit ] Why does it seem to take tragedy and sadness to make me remember how precious every moment of every hour of every day is?? To lose a friend who was too young to pass, who left behind a young family and a slew of friends.  To stand at a memorial service and realize that it could be me that people are mourning. I understand death.  I have my ideas of what happens.  It is the grief and sadness of the living that forces it home. Today... I will hug my children extra tight.  I will love closer. I will smile more and I will absorb the moments I am blessed with now.  For this moment, could very well be my last.

  07.01.05 (8:17 am)   [ edit ] A couple weeks ago, my daughter decided that she was going to try the "veggie only" type lifestyle. I am guessing she had got the wild idea from a friend. We know how the teen fads work. She stuck to it better than I expected. She had salad and fresh fruits and veggies. I had explained the importance of protein, so she got her protein from nuts and peanut butter. I forewarned her that she would feel the effects if she starved herself of nutrients. About 10 days into project veggie, she starts feeling yucky. Tummy ache, head ache and weakness. Sleeping all the time to escape the tummy ache. Pissy whiney attitude to boot. So I encourage her to eat. I am asking her for a run down of what she has eaten. The responses I get are that she has not eaten because she was away with a friend, going out to eat and nothing on the menu fit her eating style so she would have a salad. We aren't rabbits. We can't survive on rabbit food. Hence her mi...

  07.05.05 (12:09 am)   [ edit ] To live in such a beautiful place.  What a gorgeous day we had.  Spent the morning with la abuela at the parade that seems to get bigger each year.  We have been attending this parade yearly for about 12 years.  Amazing. Middle of the day provided some lunch time Spanish lessons.  *yes we are trying to master the language*  Followed by a nice mid-day siesta. We awoke, threw some grilled chicken salad and fruit into the cooler and headed to the beach. Can I just say that we have the most beautiful beaches in the US right here in Naples.  We had no trouble parking about 4 blocks north of the pier.  After a nice walk, we took a dip and played some Kadema.  Feasted on fresh made chicken and salad.  Watched the crowds grow and grow.  About 9pm the fireworks started. WOW has technology improved.  They have fireworks that now explode into shapes.  Stars, hearts and circles, just to...

  07.05.05 (9:46 pm)   [ edit ] One of our coaches suffered a critical brain aneurism this morning.  He is on life support and his prognosis is poor at best. His family is in need of any thoughts and prayers you could send their way  Please!!! He is my age with young children about the same age as mine.  He is an active passionate man that makes a positive impression on the people who are fortunate to know him.  He has been a coach for the club I work with for many years.  The kids respect and look up to him.  The adults admire his youthful spirit and passion toward everything he touches. It is these life reality checks that make me slow down and take moments to appreciate what really matters. Waking up in the morning, the splendor of my children and the love in my life that I am blessed and thankful for. Hug someone today and tell them how important they are to you.

  07.06.05 (7:26 am)   [ edit ] 1. Mood: Barely past awake, happy and a tad sad  :(  2. Wisdom: Hug the ones you love and let them know. 3. Attire: lime green tank dress and bare feet. 4. Surroundings: Chaos of things to do! 5. Quote: Is it Friday Yet? 6. Food: I need some - maybe French toast and a peach. 7. Blogging: Wish I had more time to be more expressive. 8. Words: mi poco loco gata 9. Friends: I miss hangin with mine!! I need to plan a beach day wif em 10. Ideas: need to hire a secretary to help with the chaos.  Anyone need a job?? Complete the following 10 word associations (in a blog) and then tag 3 or more bloggers of your choosing.

  07.08.05 (5:31 am)   [ edit ] I spent yesterday with one eye on the news of an intensifying hurricane, worried for my London friend, while fielding phone calls from mourners of a friend and colleague. As if life isn't wicked crazy enuff as it is... Days like this are vivid reminders to me that we must stop and smell the roses every single chance we get. Don't let an opportunity pass us by to express our love and thankfulness to those who are important. life is too short and unpredictable to be ugly and nasty to anyone for any reason. (except terrorists) Today I will smile and count my blessings.

  07.13.05 (8:24 am)   [ edit ] ...browsing online looking for hotel info. Something catches my eye and I get distracted off my task (as usual) some how I land in the Clearwater/St. Pete newspaper. Not a big deal as that is where I am traveling this weekend. I see this name that looks familiar, one of those blast from the past moments! I click it and I am taken to the death notices. I start reading about this man who passed away July 7th 2005 in St Pete FL. He is survived by his wife....and then it lists his children. Michael, Harold and Annette. *way to odd to be coincidence* As I start reading the names, I realize that without a doubt it is the father of some people who at one time meant a great deal to me. One being the boy that at age 15, I would have sworn I was going to marry, the others his brother and sister. Now over the years I have wondered what became of my first love. I think that is fairly common. Don't we all have those times where we wonder how one altere...

  07.13.05 (9:30 am)   [ edit ] A few of my favorite things. Soccer Surf Sand and Sunshine!! Heading up north to beautiful Clearwater Beach for a tournament. 4 relaxing days with not a care in the world (yes, the cell phone will be turned off) We have a suite on the beach, full kitchen 2 bedrooms and a private balcony overlooking the bayside Marina. The tournie is actually ON the beach. Playing in the sand. We haven't done this format before, but I expect it will be a hoot. I had to print out the rules so we could all review them before arriving. It is some of the funniest reading and for once I wasn't bored to tears reviewing them. Here are a couple of my favorites; THE BALL: We suggest you use one. Make sure it is spherical. Otherwise it won't roll. THE REFEREE: Will be perched in an umpire chair like they do in tennis. LENGTH OF GAME: 2 15 min periods. That sand is tiring stuff. The ref will keep time, so try to find one that can tell time. SCORING A GOAL: Try to sco...

  07.20.05 (8:00 am)   [ edit ] Isn't it beautiful? We had such a wonderful time. Next year we will be doing both the Daytona AND Clearwater Socceronthebeach Tournies. Despite never having played on the beach, our athletes adjusted well. Due to our reputation in the higher ranks of youth soccer, we were placed into the pool of top teams for this format. First game on Friday morning was against the U12 team that won the Daytona tournament in June. You couldn't tell that our kids hadn't been born to play in the sand. The competition was equal across the board. After a hard fought battle the score ended in a 1-1 tie. In beach soccer, ties are declared by who had the most corner kicks. So we went down by a loss of 1 corner kick against us. Game two on Friday afternoon was a scorcher. But the boys adjusted well and played a splendid game. Winning 3-0 against a nearby Largo team that had also played in Daytona. Who I might add, had the friendliest parents. We enjoyed very ni...

  07.22.05 (12:15 am)   [ edit ] Every afternoon this summer, I have driven 22 miles to my children's old elementary school. It is my job to clean up and close up after the 2 summer camp programs going on. PIA but keeps me a little income until I am back in the bus come August 15th. Shortly after starting, I made a discovery one evening in a classroom I happened to walk into to tinkle. A fish tank with a slow gurgling air supply. I flip on the overheads and what do I find...An abandoned fish. As I was checking her out, she seemed to be even more curious about me. I found what was left of a jar of fishy food and proceeded to feed Ms. Fish. Poor thing acted half starved. Being the animal lover I am, I made note of the room number to be sure to come visit every night and feed Ms. Fish in case no one else was. This routine lasted for a couple weeks. It didn't seem that anyone had been in the room, and knowing that all the staff outside of camp have the summer off...poor Ms. ...

  07.25.05 (11:06 am)   [ edit ] I am feeling smothered by responsibility from all directions. 3 jobs can do that to you at times. I am a fairly organized person, Lord help me if I wasn't. I have been neglecting the important things lately. Lost in a sea of phone calls and paperwork. Lost in the chaos of deadlines and idiots. Missing just hangin out on the couch watching a movie with my family. They watch the movie, laughing together. Trying to include me in the family time. Oh I am still present in body, but not in mind. I sit here at my desk plucking away at the mound of papers, hoping to one day soon see the color of my desk below it. They are understanding and try to help, yet I still feel guilty at times. It was Sunday night, after a hellacious week of this endless work. I think I was to the point of being so overwhelmed with "to-dos" that I couldn't figure out where to start. Bri and I are sharing a quiet moment of chit chat while the kids are at the pool. We s...

  09.25.05 (10:04 pm)   [ edit ] Mood: Mentally Exhausted It is 1 am, and while I was just showering I got to thinking about time. How I never seem to have enough of it. How it seems to slip away in a heartbeat. How I long for a few more hours in my days. Anyway, I did a little math. Here is what I came up with. 168 total hours in a week. Of those 168, I spend 30 at my "real" job, 30 at my "labor of love" job, 15 at my "extra $$" job. At least 14 hours on the phone (business only), at least 14 hours in the car (business related travels). 12 hours on the soccer field for my kid. (part of which is spent in the parking lot doing Soccer business) 7 hours cleaning house (and the lack of time shows) 3.5 hours in the shower. 1 hour brushing my teeth. 2.5 hours going tinkle. 7 hours nourishing my body. 1.5 hours getting un/dressed. The grand total of all this is 137.5 hours. Which leaves 30.5 hours for Sleep, Sex and anything fun!! No wonder I'm Crabby!!! M...

  12.12.05 (6:05 pm) An inspiring perspective that touched me today. "The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company ... a church ... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past ... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude ... I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you ... we are in charge of our Attitudes."

  02.01.06 (6:12 pm)   [ edit ] The work load never ends. Someone told me a few months ago "hang in there Chell, in a few months you will be looking for things to keep ya busy" I would like to find him and bitch slap him for getting my hopes up!! My teenage daughter has marked me as the enemy in her life. I knew it was coming, as I think all of us strong willed independent women prolly went thru this metamorphosis of psychosis at one point in our adolescence. My mere existence is the trigger. I can't speak, move or breath to satisfy her. She is almost 14 so my brain has apparently shrunk now and fell out my ear hole when I wasn't looking. Her response to the annoyance that is moi? Sarcasm, eye-rolling, muttered words of hatred and of course the inability to speak to me or at me in a normal tone of voice. Obviously I am the problem in the whole situation. As I am just too stupid of an idiot to have anything of use to say. And my nagging is just a horrible inconvenien...

02.15.06 (11:37 pm)   [ edit ] It is my yearly February bout of Cooties.  Seems to go along with the territory.  My son is down bad.  3rd day of ugly fever.  Needless to say I am whooped and my brain is void of anything creative.  So, I received this awhile ago from a co-worker via e-mail.   Claimed to be a true story.    It is so good that I laughed again when I found it in my archives even though I knew the ending.  HAIR REMOVAL MADE EASY All methods have tricked me with their promises of easy, painless removal - the Epilady, the standard razor, the scissors, the Nair, the EpilStop, and now ....The Wax. My night began as any other normal weekday night. I came home from work, fixed dinner for my son and we played for a while. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next couple hours: maybe I should use that wax in my medicine cabinet. I set up my boy with a video and head to the site of my dem...

02.17.06 (12:54 am)   Where to start with this mess in my head. Part of me is furious,part of me is in shock, part of me is thankful and yet another part of me is sad. That's a lot of parts to be in one place. The Crime: Saying "This fuckin sucks" to an assistant coach. The Punishment: 14 days suspension from the team. At the conclusion of the 14 days if you choose to return to the team, there must be an apology to all and that apology must be acceptable in the eyes of the head coach. If the apology is not acceptable or you choose not to apologize and leave the team, you will be blacklisted from joining any other team within your current club. The Lesson to be Learned: You are responsible for your own actions. Events that lead to the crime:Saturday afternoon game. 5 minutes into this game, the score is 0-2 and not in your teams favor. You play offense, your objective is to get the ball and score points for your team. You had no part in the resulting 2 goals scored against...