Enrolled the Roo in soccer.
By default, that makes me a soccer mom.
I know the term has come a long way in the past few years, and has since transcended the cookie-cutter image of the stained-sweat-pants-wearing, wood-panelled-mini-van-driving, puffy-eyed, thermos-full-of-SunnyD-drinking mom.
But that image still sticks with me from my days on the field as a young North Kildonan Cobra who watched the stressed out mothers yelling at their kids (and the other kids, and each other), smoking cigarettes and eating a bag of salt 'n vinegar chips.
Typical? Or was it just my soccer club?
Typical? Or was it just my soccer club?
Anyway, I've decided I'm gonna bring a new look to the sidelines.
"I'm pretty sure I didn't just hear you dis my 4 yr old's kicking ability, am I right?"
"I'm pretty sure I didn't just hear you dis my 4 yr old's kicking ability, am I right?"
SoundTracking: The Jets game! Tied at 3 going into the 3rd...
Remember, children... No fate, but what we make...
ReplyDeleteCat (to the coach): Men like you built the hydrogen bomb... Men like you thought it up... You think you're so creative. You don't know what it's like to really create something; to create a life; to feel it growing inside you. All you know how to create is death...
ReplyDeleteMadelyn: Mom.
Cat: ...and destruction...
Madelyn: MOM! We need to be a little more constructive here, okay? I think we just need to score more goals...
Hello, Coach Silbermann. How's the knee?
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