if your bored. read this.

I was thinking. I do believe my purpose in life was to be a mom. I can press play on DVD player just as well as the next person. I buy bags of dumdum lolli’s and try to always have popsicles in the summer time, I make a mean batch of brownies and sometimes I do something really great that make my kids think I’m pretty smart. Occasionally. Not alot.. but it has been known to happen. I can’t think of anything right now, but it’s happened. However, as much as I like to think I was put on this planet to be a mother to these two maniacs… I was NOT meant to be a soccer mom. I just can’t take it anymore. Miles is almost done with his season {happy dance} and it would have gone great if we didn’t have parents trying to coach while Mr. Knitpho is actually the coaching, and if we didn’t play teams that their coach is one of THOSE coaches who instill the KILL attitude. A la Karate Kid. You know the scene I speak of, in the dojo when Daniel walks in to check it out .. anyway..(have you seen this, we love it) This last week at Miles soccer games, it was all fine and dandy for the most part. One woman (from the KILL team) commented to her friend but just loud enough on my boys hair.. and that his parents must be hippies. So of course, what am I to do except bitch slap her. Then on Sunday, one of our moms who is one of the insane crazy side line coaches (which is super annoying!) was hawking looooogies the whole time. Yes. The mom. While her two girls were pulling Mia out of her chair so they could sit down in it… and one of her little girls was trying to take the gum out of my mouth. Why didn’t I tell them to FREAKING CUT IT OUT ALREADY… ohyeah.. that’s right. They didn’t speak ANY english. The parents were SO involved in the game, the girls were some how my responsibility. I attract stupid people like moths to flames? Maybe I need to change my perfume. I should make a note of that. We have 2 more practices, maybe.. 1 since it’s raining today. 2 more games. Trophies are on their way. Season done, next weekend. WOOOOOT! Sayonora sweetheart.

Mia’s soccer on the other hand, for the first time since we started went really well. They switched out the instructor who is young and not a mental case. She was super energetic and just really did a fantastic job. I left their quite pleased…since she is a whopping 17years old, she even had the common sense to walk up to crazy baby mama and say…. GET OUT OF THE WAY!! Crazy baby mama was shocked and taken aback.. and gathered her gym floor licking baby, the mush she was feeding it and are you ready for this? PUT THE BABY IN ITS STROLLER! i know!!! Take a minute, I was just shocked. I didn’t have my cell phone (i know, i forgot it,dumbass) or I would have texted each and everyone one of you with a pic to prove it. It was a good day.

Today, is also going to be a good day. Mia gets to do a meet & greet at her soon to be pre-school. She is over the moon excited, now if only the diva GOT time, and couldn’t flipping understand that she isn’t staying to go..she’s just checking it out. Time is a big deal to a 3year old. All she knows is 1:00. Is it 1o’clock yet? Are we going to see KungFu Panda at 1? No, it’s not out yet? Will it be out at 1? Can we get popcorn at 1 today? When we go see KungFu Panda. <— this people! is EVERYDAY for the last week. I shit you not.

Rambled enough for now.. I know your all just on the edge of your seat and can’t wait to hear the shenanigans I might get myself into next.

PEACE OUT.