My daughter will be wearing one of those modest, high-necked, to the knees suits when she becomes a teenager. And I will be accompanying her to the pool for the remainder of her single life. Teenage boys...girls in bikinis...WAY too much PDA's going on.

A boy, who is now on my hit list, had the audacity to call me "that ole lady"...HUH?? Okay, it might have been because I turned his behind into the lifeguard. NOT the guard wearing the hat and spitting ice...clearly he was too busy to see that this boy had just plowed over several small children giving one a bloody nose just so he could catch his stinkin football. I went all the way to the office to get the guard I actually knew would take care of the situation. Apparently this boy was offended that I would interrupt his game and felt the need to tell his buddy...the ice-spitting life guard about the "old lady" who needed to "mind her own business". Uh, kid, I was sitting right by the lifeguard stand...yep, I heard you. Guess what?? Don't care! That was my kid who got the bloody nose. You are lucky I didn't snatch your butt out of the pool myself. And my hearing still works just fine. Thanks.

Thanks to the lady who brought her cute little toddler in the swim diaper and then let her pee down her leg while standing on the edge of the pool. I really needed to know that your kid has a pee-soaked diaper in the same pool that I am currently sitting in. I think the idea is to CHANGE diapers when they are wet. Just a thought.

And finally, to the kid who kept hitting me in the head with the water ball. The first time, funny. The second time, kind of funny. The third time I wanted to stick that ball down your laughing mouth. The fourth time...well...really...there shouldn't have been a fourth time. I am really sorry your ball ended up in the women's bathroom. Hope you found someone to get it out for you.