Silent Saturday

We had a interesting weekend and mostly lots of fun. We started it with Silent Saturday at my son's soccer game. Silent Saturday is when parents and coaches are asked to not yell during the game. Some of the parents were not happy about this even though we were allowed to clap. One team made signs to hold up. The lady incharge apparently got a lot of nasty emails on the subject and even argued with a grandparent on the previous Saturday.

She's a tough one though she doesn't take anything from anybody. I was the only person I knew that didn't have a problem with it. I figured the point was to shut up the people who get really nasty and yell stuff at their kids. ( and yes that was reason) They did tell us that morning we could say "good job" and other encouragment though. I got a little peaved with our coach's wife because she didn't want to give it a chance and when we were all called together before the game so the soccer president could explain the day she refused to join us.

After the game we were walking by them on the way back to our car, and she asked her daughter if she liked playing better that day. She told her mother she did. That it was nice to play without being yelled at, and my son agreed it was easier not to hear all the yelling. The kids all played better and had more fun that day because we sideline people shut up. Surprise, surprise.

Later that day my son had a roller skating birthday party to attend and I had to take my three year old too. I was concerned because I didn't know what she would do there since she doesn't skate. I'm glad I took our toddler skates along because she put them on, and got out on the floor, and skated with the big kids. She had a blast. My son on the other hand stayed on the carpet, but he still had a great time.

That night we went out to eat and I ordered a steak (at a steak restaurant) and it came out with one side burned. I tasted it and noticed it didn't taste right but I attributed that to its being burned. Since it was so bad I sent it back. I don't normally do that because in my younger days I worked in a restaurant and I know that doesn't go over well. It took so long my husband shared his steak with me and I asked them to box the new one to go. They were very nice about and even gave me a baked potato to go with it. Unfortunately, that piece of meat is still in my fridge because later that night I got sick from food poisoning. I realized the steak tasting funny wasn't from it being burned. I'm glad I only took two bites.