My Day Book #17

Today is...
July 14th, 2010

Outside My Window...
Sunny and a 81 degrees with 90% humidity...my hair isn't pretty today, Folks.

I am Thinking...
about the house...and how badly I just want to get the ball rolling so I can find out if we even GOT it. I am in limbo! I don't want to look at other houses because it makes me feel like I am cheating on "our" house.Yet, the 3+ bedroom houses move quick out here so I don't want to NOT look either...ooohhh Cmmmmonnnn Walt! Put some hustle in your bustle! In the meantime, so I don't drive Bee and the kiddos crazy, I've been cleaning. Well, it probably drives the kids crazy because when I clean, they aren't allowed to touch anything fora a few days until the "newness" of "clean" wares off and I am not so uptight about it. Although, ask them how I get nebby with them almost everyday when I get home from work because the Kitchen and Living room are out of place! However, I have decided, that if I let the little things slack, it will be no time before we are at sty level again...just wait until we get to the new house...oh brother!

I am thankful for...
the fact that Hefty makes an "oh-my-God-you-could-fit-a-body-in-there" sized garbage bag!

What I have learned this week...
Children are basically all the same. If you go back 150 years, I bet they'd basically be the same then as they are now, too. Just MUCH better toys...

I am wearing...
Jeans, yellowish-green tank top, tan two-button sweater. Black Flip Flops.

I am creating...
a knot in the pit of my stomach that won't go away until we are moved and unpacked in whatever place we end up.

I am going...
to pray we get this house. Pray my bonus comes soon. Take Bee and the kiddos to "The Point" as soon as my bonus comes in (surprise to the kiddos), buy new jeans because Holy Christ on a Cross do I need some, and possssibly get my hair done.

I am reading...
my email every 5 minutes to see if Walt has emailed me yet!

I am hoping...
Bee wins his game on Saturday, Caitlyn gets to kick again and SCORES every time, Walt emails me and we get this house, My Bonus comes, aaannd we get this house!

I am hearing...
Office Chatter

Around the House...
Well, I cleaned Little Man's room last night. It was atrocious. There was stuff ankle-high from the door to the closet and until last Sunday, there was stuff in the closet boob-high on me ( IE: over little man's head). Bee told the kids to clean it out. He wanted them to clean out the closet, and clean the room. They took everything out of the closet and then left all the junk everywhere and told me they were "done". After exchanging some text messages with Bee because the kiddos didn't understand how I could have gotten dad's instructions confused, we got it all sorted out and they they had the task of cleaning it all up. Well, flash forward to yesterday morning when I peeked in their room and it looked worse than three days ago and they're are supposed to be giving two hours a DAY to work on it. I say work, they say "slave labor". Listen folks, I don't like change. At. All. Moving? Causes internal turmoil and my "nesting", left-brained, personality goes into overdrive. We may be moving as early as AUGUST FIRST!!! If I had my way, we'd have the whole house packed up and on a truck by now, but instead NOTHING is done. I saw that mess and I think I died a little inside. I called Bee on my way to work and told him to keep the kids home last night and we were going to clean it Together READ: I was going to clean it as they watched in horror. He laughed and told me "No Mercy, Baby. No. Mercy." That's the thing about Bee, the children come from his loins and therefore he is a softy with them. I however, am not :) Not that I am mean, but when I threaten an action or a punishment, I follow through 100% of the time versus Bee's 97%. 5 giant garbage bags (6 if you count the large one still the the house with old clothes in it), and 5 laundry baskets later, and his room is soo clean you could (almost) eat off the floor. Unless you are little man, and then you probably would..but then again, he would have done that before it was cleaned. 7 year olds just have different priorities. Next on my list : Dining room of doom, and Basement of Horror. "C" can clean her own room. She does a decent job. Mainly because she spends all of her time in Little Man's room helping him mess it up. Side Note: I did leave him SOME things, but the up side is that even if he took all the things I left him and dumped them in the middle of the room, he'd just have 6 things on the floor ;) Bee said, "NO MERCY".

One of my Favorite things this week...
Bee Changed my Oil this week! He saved me $60.00 easy. Those bastards always get me coming and going. He is the first man I have ever been with who not only has a real knowledge of cars, but also actually will work on mine for me! And I even dated a mechanic once! Who left me on the side of the road, broken down, because he refused to answer the phone when I called during "me time".

A Picture Thought...
This week's Picture thought is a little dated, but I still love it. Missing my broham lately...anyway, this was him the day he met his daughter. They've been pretty much inseparable ever since. :)

It was all lust before...

Because I am truly in LOVE now. WE are in love....with this HOUSE! Well, and each other too, but that's old hat. I'm talkin about LOVE LOVE LOVE this house!

Friday night was, well. Uneventful. Bee asked me if I could drive to the practice field and meet one of the players to pick up his camera so I could have it to film on Saturday. I was slightly peeved because really, I just want to come home and relax. I mean, the practice field it like 4 minutes from my work, but it is in no way shape or form on my way. In fact, it's the opposite direction and those 4 minutes take 25 sometimes when the traffic is bad.

When I got home, Bee was napping on the couch, "J" and Little Man were all packed up practically sitting on the porch, which made my heart sing! It looked like the kiddos were going somewhere! I had been just thinking about how nice it would be for a weekend alone! Listen, I love those kiddos. I do. I love them as if they were my own. however, they are not. I am going from being single with no "responsibilities" to being responsible for three kids, one adult (besides myself). I know that even your OWN children just need to go away sometimes because seeing their angelic little faces makes you want to tell them Santa isn't real. Sometimes, you just need a little break. Turns out, Grandma Bee was going to visit her daughter who lives an hour and a half away and asked if the kids wanted to go with her for something "different" to do. "J" and Little Man said yes, but "C", who can't NOT be up her dad's backside for more than 15 seconds, said that she wanted to stay home with us. Sigh. I love that little girl, really...but sometimes she can be so difficult. I don't even really think it's because she misses her dad. I think it's because she see's herself as an adult (bee treats her like one most of the time) and HATE to not know everything that is going on. She might miss something...Now, we were going to have to drag her with us to look at houses in the morning and we would have to take the car instead of the bike like I had originally wanted to do. I don't think I'll ever get to ride on the bike this summer....

I miss this!!!

Anywho, "J" and Little Man Left with Grandma Bee, who peeked in the house, saw it was clean, and came ALL the way in this time. I love her, but really. She should remember what it is like being the only one who picks up after kids. I went to the skating rink that my friend "T" and her husband own to pick up tickets to the after party we are having for when her husband's team and Bee's team play each other in a few weeks , and "C", after deciding more information could be gathered by going with me, rather than stay with her dad (We'd only be gone a few minutes), she chose to tag along with me. We went up to the rink, got the tickets, chit-chatted with my friend "T" and her husband, who both invited us to stay and skate for free, but it was Teen/Tween night and while I can dig the music, I couldn't dig the crowd. We went home and "C" asked her dad if she could go. He said yes, so it was BACK to the rink. I was ok because it meant we had 4 hours to be alone and do something. ANYTHING. "T" was at the rink so I was ok leaving "C" there to skate and be a kid. We ended up doing NOTHING, and I went and got "C" at 10:30. We came home. We went to bed.

Saturday morning we had two houses on the agenda. One was a Condo. Three bedroom, 2 1/2 bath. 1,500 Square Feet. The guy was asking $950 a month. It was nice. BEAUTIFUL patio. LOVED the patio. Would rent it based solely on the Patio. There was a pool for the complex. It was nice, but small. They advertised a playground. It was a slide and a swing. That's it. Seriously. It was an older complex. Lots of old people. The Condo was nice. But that's it. The decor (as in paint, wallpaper etc) was very dated. I am sure they painted in between tenants, but some of the stuff, including the shiny, metallic flowers on the bedroom wall in the master bedroom looked like it was from the 70's. Not much room for the now 5 of us. Plus it was in a school system that Bee is not fond of. This means I have to drive them to school in the mornings. It's just one town away, but still.

We filled out an application because really, it's a steal for a three bedroom and we could make it work. Like I said, it was nice, however I wasn't in love. We left and still had an hour before our next house, so we drove by some more condos that are for rent and got a bite to eat. I discussed with Bee how I was sad because I wasn't in love with the last place like I was with the house we looked at before and Cobblestone and how this next house is more of a "just to say we did it" type tour because I knew already it wouldn't suit us because it had no central air. While I am ok with that, the other 4 would die. It also had a wood burning stove and I wasn't sure if that was just for the front room, or if the whole house was heated that way. I am open minded, but I am not trying to live like a pioneer woman.

Then we pulled up. It took my breath away. Giant, yellow, century home. Victorian Style with a wrap around porch with a swing. It had two great big windows and the glass french doors. We met the owner, who was a very sweet man who explained to us this house was his wife's dream home. They bought it and she restored it to original, yet added things to keep it's charm while being economical (the glass doors are new, but look old. The insulation was all just redone and new windows put in). She loved that house. Unfortunately, in the last year, her, his mother, and his father all passed away. He and his young teenage children couldn't bear to live in it anymore, but didn't want to sell it. This house is AMAZING. 2,600 square feet, 4 bedrooms, 2 baths, 2 car garage, a shed (should be called a small barn) koi pond, HUGE yard, the stove only heats the main room, but it has boiler heat throughout the house house if you chose not to use the stove. Kitchen is HUGE, dining room is HUGE. Bee and I just kept walking around gasping at everything we saw. We told the owner we REALLY liked the house and wanted to rent it. He told us he would get us an application this week and if we truly love it, we have first crack at it above anyone else. He was a sweet sweet man and I think he will be a wonderful landlord. I can just FEEL that this house will be ours. He told us he would even let us pick the colors of paint for each room. It's also in a GREAT city with one of the best school systems in the state (top 5). Their Football program is one of the best as well.


I have not been able to stop talking about it. Bee is just as excited. I have overheard him telling the guys on the team. However, he is trying not to get too ahead of himself because we don't know for sure. I think he took it harder than he thought he would when we didn't get the last house (they decided to rent to family). Me? I can't help it. My brain works differently and I already have us moved in and furniture placed and arranged. I am already worrying who's going to get what room? Do I want to take the master bedroom for me and Bee because it's the biggest but doesn't have the bathroom attached, yet, the biggest bathroom is right outside the door with the big 3 claw tub and ginormous walk in closet, but will have to share it with whatever child sleeps upstairs with us? Or, do I take the small bedroom downstairs for me and Bee and close off the Den making that whole little area down there our room? The actual bedroom is smaller than the master bedroom, but it has a build in book case, decent sized closet with a cubby hole, and if I closed off the den, we could use that for our space to put our computers, my couch, Bee's weights, and by closing off the den, it would then make the downstairs bathroom a part of our room. Bee says I worry too much AND I get way ahead of myself. haha! I want this house and I think I just might cry and throw my hands up in despair if we don't get it.


After house hunting, we went home, got ready for Bee's game (that they lost...horribly 48-7), then went and got some grub. Then, we came home and went to bed. Sunday we didn't do much other than pick up the other two children from Grandma's. Now, we are back into the work week. I sure hope bonus's come this week. They are coming...just not sure exactly when. In the meantime, I am just going to fret over this house....

NOW, I'm a Cavs fan...

I never really liked LeBron. I didn't like how he called himself "King". I know it's a silly title for a silly sports game, but people get obsessive (see: my previous post) and start to see him as a real King. The religious upbringing in me makes me shudder at that.

Back to why I don't, and never did, like LeBron. I live in a sports oriented house. I know that trash talk, conceitedness, and hype are all a part of the game. However, as someone who has lived in this town my whole life, I can tell you he was like that in high school. Is he a good player? Sure. Is he as good as everyone says he is? Maybe. However, what ever happened to being humble?

My friend is a Police Officer. He used to do side jobs for the mall all the time. One day he was working his side job and his duty was to make sure anyone who walked in with a bag, checked it at the front of the store while they did their shopping, and they could pick it up as they left. LeBron walked in and started shopping with a bag in his hand. My friend approached him and said "Excuse me, Sir. You need to leave that at the front of the store." LeBron ignored him 3 or 4 times before finally saying "Look man, do you KNOW who I AM?!" This was before he had ever even set foot on an NBA court. My friend quietly replied, "Yes, Mr. James. I know who you are. However, the rules are the rules and it's my job to enforce them. Now, please place you bag at the front of the store, or I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I don't like cocky players. Is it ok to be good and know you're good? Sure. But when you allow yourself to be cocky, you stop thinking and playing as a part of a TEAM and start thinking and playing like an individual. Individuals don't win championships. Teams do. Cleveland had the whole country talking and watching us for 7 years. We have other great players, but no one ever focused on them because LBJ was here and he was the star. I used to tell people all the time, "We are not the Cleveland Cavs. We are the Cleveland LeBrons"

What happened to loyalty? I know it's a business to them. But how can they expect their fans to support them and be loyal to them, when they are always only chasing the almighty dollar? It's ok, though. Like Dan Gilbert said, we will win a championship here before he does in Miami. He will take the "curse" with him. That's ok, because Cleveland has heart. We'll get our break soon enough and it will be because we have a Team of players, not a team of players and one Prima Donna. Good Luck, Cleveland. Go Cavs!!

House Hutning....it's become my obsession!

I've got a problem. And really, the first step is admitting you have one. Mine? House hunting. I can't seem to pull myself away from it. I am constantly on craigslist, forrent.com, Keller Williams, and Remax looking, looking, looking, for our perfect home. Craislist is especially addicting because that site is updated with new listings every few minutes. I find myself refreshing, refreshing, refreshing and when a new listing pops up, AND is in one of the three areas I am searching, it's like a rush!

Then, it's panic, rush, panic as I type out that contact email, or dial the number! I have scheduled 3 viewings for Bee and I in the next two days and I am upset because I was texting with young miss Caitlyn when a call came through on a house I had just emailed the owner about and in the rush of me hitting buttons, I accidentally sent the call to my voicemail. The gentleman left me a message, and I quite literally called him right back, but I got his voicemail. Probably on the phone with another potential renter!! Noo!!! I left a message and I am hoping he will call back. I hope soon, because I am trying my best not to call him every five minutes until I get a hold of him :)

Yes. I have an obsessive personality. I'm working on it. I don't know what I'll do when we finally do find a place....

Random Things...

A bunch of stuff that on it's own, is not enough for an entry, but combined, is. So, Enjoy!!

Apparently, my boyfriend is planning a trip to the SUN! Oh well, at least he will ALWAYS smell good :)

My dog, lounging on the couch. Yes, she is a Prima Donna, and yes, she lives with her Nana and Grampy :)

Me and Bee. In one of the super rare occasions when A) I get to drive and B) HE took the picture on his own.

I made it to the Beach after all ;)

Bad accident that happened RIGHT in front of us on the way out to my parents house yesterday. That first thing is part of a tire that I am assuming blew, causing the fender/bumper (second thing in the road).

My Day Book Entry #16

Today is...
July 7th, 2010

Outside My Window...
Sunny and a 93 degrees!!! I love it!

I am Thinking...
about how Bee and I are going to take custody of his oldest, "J", because her mom has fallen on hard times (We've known this for awhile) and was staying with friends (with "J" and her half sister) but they have since been kicked out and as of today, her mom found a place to stay, but for at least a week, they were living in their van. "J" called us to "spend some time" with us, and then we found out. She is 17 and wants to stay here anyway, so we shall see...I am also thinking about how nice the house looks when it's CLEAN!!! Yes, I got off my butt and Cleaned! The dining room needs to be cleaned and so does the basement and garage, but other than that, I am happy. I am also thinking about how I really wish we got the house we looked at this week.


I am thankful for...
a wonderful holiday with my Bee.

What I have learned this week...
I really like cleaning. I guess it's not really something new I learned. When I am doing it, I really enjoy it...and when I am on a roll, I can clean for days...

I am wearing...
Black Yoga pants, red oversized t-shirt

I am creating...
a list of potential houses to go look at.

I am going...
to finish out this short work week and enjoy the weekend!!! I just found out bonus's are on their way (probably next week! ) YAY!

I am reading...
Craigslist.com for houses to rent.

I am hoping...
Our bonus's are more than last year, we get a house, "J" comes to live with us for good, I get my camera, and that Bee wins his game on Saturday.

I am hearing...
House on t.v. "J" loves this show!

Around the House...
Well, I cleaned this weekend. Like Deep clean. Like, so deep I think I found a whole 'nother child. He was hungry and in need of a shower, but overall, just glad we found him. Bee and I are on the hunt for a house or an apartment...but really, more so a house. I am surprised that Bee is as excited about it as I am. I find it cute. We just took "J" to her doctor to see about getting her off of her medicine for "depression", that WE, including "J", think is not really there, and we won that fight. Other than that, just trying to get through the week, and hoping Bee wins his game on Saturday.

One of my Favorite things this week...
4th of July. Good food, good friends, and a good time spent with my lovey :)

A Picture Thought...
Little Man in the car yesterday on the way out to my mom and dad's house. He was singing, loudly, along to every song on the radio and otherwise having a little party back there. He cleaned his room and found clothes and accessories he hasn't seen in ages...(in other words, he dressed himself) and those are his awesome new "teeth" he got at CiCi's..

Having a little trouble...

With getting my pictures to upload from my phone....which is where half of my pictures are from. Friday, I uploaded a few pictures to my photobucket from my phone and they weren't showing up. Then, today they are finally there. Hence, why this entry is late...but as they say, better late than never...





This is my pant leg last week. Thursday I went to practice with Bee. While standing around waiting for everyone to show up (Tell them 6:30pm, most show up by 7pm), Bee starts getting nebby with me. So, I tell him I will go Ninja on him if he keeps it up. To which he promptly declares (because, you know, his boys were standing there) "Bring it!". I remind him he has padding on, I do not.

He throws me his shoulder pads and helmet. Ok, I'll bite. I put them on and to be quite honest, I looked like a little kid wearing his dad's clothes. He buckled me all in to the equipment to the laughing and cheering of the guys standing around.


"This is going to hurt. I'm not going to take it easy on you.."


Not too look like a girl in front of the team, I responded,


"I don't care! I can take it! HIT ME!"


And not to look like a Puss in front of his team mates by being called out by his girlfriend, he did just that. After he threw me the ball first so it was a legal tackle. (PS- I've seen my boyfriend tackle guys before. He so did NOT tackle me "full go".)


I was tackled twice. The first time sent me flying back about 6 feet, crumpled on the ground, with him on top of me, in a fit of laughter. Second one? Well, I think I braced too hard for it and my neck snapped back as I fell and my nuggie slammed into the ground. Now, I had a helmet on which cushioned most of the blow. However, it was not fit to my large, yet noticeably smaller-than-Bee's head, and it bounced around in the helmet a bit. THAT tackle took my breath away and was not so enjoyable. My neck is STILL a little sore and I had a headache in my front right lobe for about a day.


I jumped up, visibly shaken and said,


"Alright, fun's over, boys! THAT'S how you do it! Now, Get the SAND outta your VAG and play some damn football!"


Haha :) I later asked Bee if my grass stain made me a real football player now. He laughed and said "Ahhh...no." Then I told him that it was quite ok because I would much rather be a cheerleader/videographer :D

What a great time!

Ok, so 4th of July wasn't the romantic straight-from-the-movies scene I have been wanting it to be, but for the most part, It was a good one. One of the best I've had. Bee was out of his head this year talking with everyone, being sweet and lovey for the most part. We spent the day hanging around at home, then around 4 or so, headed over to Tuckers for 4th of July bonanza! There was swimming....

Drinking and Swimming....

And more swimming...

And what would a 4th of July Picnic be without eating???



Eating and fireworks were the only time these kiddos exited the pool...


And of course, being together and hanging with our friends...who I assure you, were all happy to be there, even if photos say otherwise ;)

But, the Best part of the night, was still yet to come. The whole reason for the party....The FIREWORKS!!!!

And Like I said earlier, Kiddos only left the pool for food and fireworks...

All in all, we had a great Holiday with some great friends. I think all three kiddos were out before we even pulled out of the driveway, and today, they are already asking when we can go back to Mr. Tuckers house. :) Here's hoping you all had as wonderful of a Holiday as we did!!! Now, Off to clean this house!!

Knee High by the 4th of July!

Is how the old corn saying goes. However, around here, it should be Boob high by the 4th of July. Then again, I suppose "boob high" is all relative in how tall you are. Why am I talking about this? I don't know. I just wanted to put "4th of July" somewhere in my title. Whee!

I made it. I made it to Friday. Yay! I was supposed to be off this week and I really thought that, coupled with my great sadness at Not being on vacation in Arizona right now was going to make it really hard to drag my butt into work everyday. I was wrong. It was just as hard as any other day. Although, I did ask for today off and was declined because "too many people are off already", so I took Tuesday instead since we are off Monday. Then, yesterday, a girl in my office asked for today off as an afterthought, and they GAVE it to her. I was a little miffed. Oh well. I am here today and it's quiet. No one is around and I can jam with my MP3 player on full blast and bosses, co-workers, and clients will leave me the hell alone while I scour the Internet for places to live, mini stay-cations for me and the kids, and other things to occupy my boring 8 hours of "here" today. Hopefully, the big man will let us go home early. Then, on Tuesday, when everyone is back and everything is crazy, I'll be laying on a beach. Hopefully.

Or Maybe not. Little man, in his infinite cuteness, asked me the other night with his big beautiful just-like-his-father's brown eyes, if I could perhaps take a day off of work and take him to a couple of museums. Just him. Well, and me of course. And I suppose "C" can come too. But only if she really really wants to. Maybe dad too. But probably not, because he has to work. How can you turn down a 7 year old with puppy dog eyes who sounds like he's a 27 year old English major when he talks to you? I'm kind of broke right now, but I think I can convince his dad to give me use of his bank card for our admission for the day. We'll see. His other request was a trip to the Detroit Zoo. He is fully aware that there is an awesome Zoo right here in town. Not 30 minutes away. However, that is old hat. Grandma and Grandpa have taken him there twice this year, and he's gone once with school. This new obsession with the Detroit Zoo comes after he saw my pictures from there from when I went, ironically, the weekend I ended up reconnecting with his father. He is mesmerized by my tales of the polar bear exhibit and the fact that you can go into a glass tunnel and have the polar bears sit on top of it and see their butts. Comedic Gold to a seven year old, and totally worth the 3 and a half hour drive.

Other than that, not much to report. As is all of our weekends, be them Holiday ones or otherwise, we are busy, busy, busy! Tonight, two of our receivers on the football team are performing with their band at a local club. Ironically, they are twins. And they are black. I don't say this to be racist, I say this because really, you don't see too many black identical twins. They look like Usher, play guitar like John Legend, and sound like John Mayer. They are 23 and all the ladies 40+ adore them. The ladies 39 and under adore them too, but they get big time cougar action for some reason. I think the bored, white, housewives feel dangerous because they are young and black. Who knows. I just think it's hysterical they are our star receivers and their numbers are "9" and "11". Get it? 9/11? They're twins? Twin Towers? Ok. Never mind. Anyway, they have a show tonight at a local club. Bee and I want to go. Hopefully, since he had to install the new battery in the bike that he bought like two weeks ago because his car died yesterday and he needed the bike for work today, we can take the bike. Then, tomorrow, he has football practice early. I have a graduation party. Then, after a few hours there, it's off to the team fundraiser. Then Sunday...not sure about Sunday. However, Bee owes me a "4th of July".

4th of July, to me, for whatever reason, is so romantic. Even more so than Valentines day. I have always wanted a boyfriend on 4th of July to enjoy a BBQ with our family and friends, and then to lay out on a blanket and watch fireworks together. Every year since I have been old enough to date I have either NOT had a boyfriend on the 4th, we broke up right before, or I met someone days after. Even worse, I have been stood up TWICE on 4th of July. Both times by guys who knew just how much it was going to mean to me that they were there with me. Last year was going to be my year. I had Bee. We were to attend a picnic with my family, then head back towards home to go to another picnic with friends. We would watch fireworks from their house. Bee was going through a lot emotionally in those days. He was "in his head" a lot. Locked away where no one could reach him. He ignored my family. Was rude to me and when we got to his friends house, he barely said two words to anyone and just spent the evening in his phone texting, playing solitaire, and just being anti social. He even sat someplace when the fireworks were going to start that made it almost impossible to sit next to him. I told him after we broke up just how sad that whole day made me and when we talked about getting back together, I told him how he had to make it up to me this year. We'll see if he can pull it off. We'll see if he even remembers.

Monday we're both off and Tuesday I am off. I wonder what kind of trouble we can get into. I know one things for sure, I want to take a lot of pictures! I have been really slacking lately in that department, and I need pictures!
I hate blog entries with no pictures :)

Here's hoping you all have a wonderful and happy 4th of July!!!

I have a friend...

Named Caitlyn

Who has a boyfriend, Named Danny.

Who, for the life of him, won't stand still for a picture with his girlfriend...

He squirms like a child.

Unless, you threaten bodily harm....

Or, even worse, have the owner of the team (Bee) threaten Field Time...(That's a Smile, by the way)

Ahhh...young love... :)