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Yeah, not gonna happen this week…I’ve got lots of words to share people! 
I can’t believe it’s been a week since I blogged! I swear, if I could just telepathically blog from my brain to here, it would be AWESOME!
Let’s see…last Thursday evening was a soccer board meeting, nothing major to report there, we talked soccer. Friday night, MOK spent the night with the kidlet. Then, we all got up on Saturday morning and went to my eye doctor appointment before their game. They were oh-so-delighted they had to sit in the waiting area while I got my eyes checked. After the eye doc, we went to the field where they were going to be playing and our U9 girls were playing there, I encouraged my boys to cheer from the sidelines and they did The girls were blushing, but I think they were secretly enjoying that all the boys were cheering for them, ha ha ha. I totally punked them into cheering too, I bet them they couldn’t cheer louder than me. And, to prove that they could be much louder, they did it. Gullible, I tell you.
We played our game after the girls and Sweet Jesus on the mountain, it was the best damned soccer they have played all season. I was certain that someone replaced my boys when I wasn’t looking, ha ha. No, seriously. They kicked some serious booty. The kidlet had the first goal…which he shot and it bounced off the other team’s player and went in. Pretty exciting. Then, the other team scored one and we were tied. I was biting my nails, it was so exciting. Even the parents on the sidelines were on their feet cheering all sides on. We were tied for a long time in the second half and then all of a sudden, it was like less than a minute remaining and then we scored again…this time, it was MOK. OMG, can you say excited…it was our first win this season and the boys deserved it…they worked hard, played like a TEAM, and just looked awesome out there on the field. Super exciting stuff. Oh, and, the kidlet took a ball to the face, full force, in the eye, saw stars and everything…don’t worry, he’s fine I made sure of it. My heart did stop for a minute though when it happened, it was like a “matrix” moment in my head, like I could see it all slo-mo going toward his head and there was nothing I could do to stop it. He was trooper and got back up and wanted to continue to play…
It put me in a super good mood the rest of the day, I was just so proud of all the boys, how they finally worked together and were successful! WOO. We went home and MOK came along with us to stay over again. When we got home, the kidlet’s eye looked a little swollen and he said he had a little headache, so I gave him some ibuprofen and kept an eye on him the rest of the afternoon to make sure he wasn’t acting weird, well weirder than normal. He was fine.
Later on, after the boys ate, they reminded me that the last time MOK stayed over that I promised they could put our camping tent up in the kidlet’s room and “camp out”. So, I set up the tent in the kidlet’s room.
Sunday morning, I was still riding on a high from the day before, until I got a not-so-nice email from a parent of one of the kids on the soccer team. The gist of it was that his kid didn’t get enough playing time in the game and he went as far as to say that my co-coach and I “crushed the dreams” of a 9 year old boy. Ok, those of you who know me know I am not a dream-crusher of anyone of any age. I let the email get to me, and I shouldn’t have. This particular child is not the most athletic kid I have ever met, but he tries like mad. He is also the kid that frequently tells me he’s too tired to run and has a side-stitch. Long story short, dad is trying to vicariously live through his child.
Speaking of my co-coach, she’s got cancer. I know, right? She’s my dear friend, I was devastated. It’s liver cancer, she’s gotta do three months of chemo to start. Yesterday, she asked me if I thought she was gonna make it through this…what do you say to that? I told her that I didn’t know, but she needed to do what the doctor tells her, go through the chemo (easy for me to say, right?) and take it one day at a time. I told her I am here, by her side, for support, as a shoulder to cry on and to hold her hand if she’s scared. She’s upset at the thought of losing her hair, and I get that, but knows it’s better to be bald and here than have hair and not. I told her that if it made her feel better, when she started losing it and needed to shave it off, I’d go with and shave mine off too…then, next season when we coach…we can do it bald together After that discussion, I cried my eyes out…cancer sucks, period.
Ok, so now that I have completely bummed you all out…geez, who invited me to this party anyway…
Seriously though, if you are the praying sort, send a few up for my friend Maria. I would appreciate some positive vibes sent out her way and I am sure she would too.
Aight, I have to get back to work now…I shall not wait so long to blog next time…
But, while you are waiting, enjoy this photo of the kidlet
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