Thumpin Thursday

John finally comes home tonight from Italy.  His stay was shorter than I expected, and that’s a good thing.  I was afraid that we would have to wait until Saturday to travel to Amsterdam.  But since he’s going to be home early, we can leave tomorrow as we initially planned.  I had discussed with Jack about my trip a few days ago, so Kennedy will have to go somewhere else for the weekend.  Part of me wants to stay home and hang out with him though.  I hate that he’s being taken from place to place.  

I bought him a new toy a couple of days ago and he hasn’t put it down.  It warms my soul that he likes it so much.  If only everyone could be as appreciative.  

I would give an update on Jack, but I can’t because of course I don’t know.  I expected her to keep me updated, but that hasn’t happened.  I’m assuming that she’s okay though.  She sent a big bag of dog food with her friends to give to me yesterday, so I’m guessing that Kennedy the dog will be staying with me for a while.  That doesn’t bother me because Kennedy is a good dog.  

Kennedy and I took a massive walk yesterday.  It was a run/walk.  I got lots of exercise out of it.  I think we were out there for almost an hour, if that tells you anything.  It was fun exploring anyways.  I went to places that I’ve never been and he got to sniff smells that I’m sure were new to him.  In this area anyways.  We took the new toy out and played with it for a while, too, which seemed to make him a very happy dog.  When we finally came back home, he took a nap… as did I.  

Then I had basketball practice.  This was interesting.  Well, it wasn’t interesting while it was happening, but after.  Being that I had some errands to run, I left early from home.  But, of course, it took longer than I expected, so I was late to practice.  Not that this should be an issue because everyone is late half the time.  When I got there, the team was again doing situps and clapping their hands over their heads… that kind of thing that bores the crap out of me.  It was being led by one of the guards that has been gone for the last 2 or 3 weeks.  So I wasn’t too happy to have to do that stuff, being that I just did most of it a few hours before.  But I did it.  I left to make a phone call, which again shouldn’t be an issue being that there have been times that the other players have taken phone calls.  When I came back, the other captain came to me and asked me what was up and blah blah blah.  I told her nothing.  Interestingly enough, I did actually say to her before I left that I needed to make a phone call.  Guess she didn’t hear me.  She also told me that the whole team was wondering where I was and all that.  This is bullshit that I am held to a higher standard.  Her excuse is that I’m a captain.  But I would think that as a captain, I would know what was going on for practice if the coach isn’t going to be there, but since noone bothers to tell me anything, why should I act like a captain?  I’m tired of it.  

So then during one of our breaks, I told the team that I had left to take a phone call, in case they were wondering.  Only one person said anything about it and that was that it took a while.  Blah.  So I was happy because it wasn’t as big of an issue as the other captain was making it out to be.  We finally got around to playing basketball for all of 20 minutes, which made me happy because I wanted to play, yet pissy because I just broke my neck to get to practice for nothing but 20 minutes of basketball.  But I was happy to be playing and I was vocal finally.  I was pretty quiet during the hand-clapping session.  

But wait, there’s more.  I get home and the guard that was away for 2-3 weeks IMed me asking me what was up and blah blah blah.  So I told her, too, that nothing was up.  She was going on about how I’m a captain and she works out harder than anyone on the team and yet comes in and does the situps.  I wanted to tell her that I don’t care, but I didn’t.  She also made a big deal out of me being late, telling me that I know when practice is.  I found that interesting because she had been late many times, which caused the coach and the other captain to be late, because she required a ride to practice and they waited on her.  At least that’s what I’m told.  So the whole team would sit there waiting on the coach to get to practice because she had the basketballs.  It was just fine that they were late to every practice, but it’s not okay that I’m late.  

I’m just tired of being crapped on.