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on the side of the page, next to your profile information? Well, for the past week or so, while I was facebooking (I am addicted, it’s really bad, I keep refreshing to see if I have any new notifications…that is really sad…I need a job, yo) for the past week, I kept noticing a lot of ads for gay/lesbian stuff. I was like, wtf? And before anyone gets their knickers in a twist, I am not anti-gay at all…I have gay friends and have zero issues with people being gay. So, anyway, I was like, why do I keep having gay/lesbian ads on my sidebar there, that’s weird. I figured it was because whoever’s profile I was stalking, I mean perusing, might be gay/lesbian and that’s where they are pulling the demographic information from.
Was.I.wrong.
I don’t know why, but for some reason today, I decided to add stuff to my profile. And that’s when I nearly peed my pants…my profile stated that I was interested in WOMEN. LMFAO! Ok folks, I really seriously totally almost peed in my pants…I laughed so hard (all by myself, I looked insane I tell you) that tears were pouring out of my eyes. There was NOBODY around me to tell this hilarious omg-I-am-apparently-a-lesbian-according-to-facebook story to…my dogs were there, but they don’t know what facebook is let alone the whole gay/lesbian stuff, so I couldn’t tell them. They pretty much just laid there looking at me like “Oh look, crazy ass mom is cracking herself up…again”. I had to tell someone, so I texted Heather and told her…she called me and we both cracked up. Finally, it all made sense…I was seeing those ads BECAUSE APPARENTLY I WAS A LESBIAN ON FACEBOOK! ha ha hahaha!
Ohhhh, good times. I changed it. I am not a lesbian, I am totally hetero and totally smitten with my main man Becks…hubba.
Speaking of facebook, I emailed all of my classmates from high school that I had email addresses for and invited them to join facebook today. Two of them joined so far, pretty cool. I also was surfing around over there and found a classmate from elementary school which is pretty cool.
Ok, I need to go now. It’s high time I refresh my facebook page to see if I have any new notifications, holla.
This morning.
The Kidlet: Mom, how many years is it in dog years again?
Me: 7
The Kidlet: Well if Bex is 6 months, then how old is he in dog years?
Me: Three and a half.
The Kidlet: Ok, then I would be 70 in dog years.
Me: Yup
The Kidlet: (to Bex) Man, I don’t even wanna know how old she (me) is in dog years!
good times.
So, I will start by recapping my weekend.
Friday I felt like butt…my yearly bout of bronchitis was brewing up and I felt like crap. At the advice of one of my cool soccer moms (THANKS JULIE!!!) I got myself some Mucinex, well the cheap version, and started taking it. It broke up all the nasty phlegm (ew) in my head and chest and I was able to expel said phlegm. Gross, right? Well, yes, it was, but it helped to shorten the life of the bronchitis! Anyway, I took some of that on Friday night and ended up falling asleep early. I think the last time I saw the time on the clock it was about 9:16 or so.
Saturday, I woke up and felt better, but not great. I pretty much laid around most of the day taking medicine and trying to will myself to feel better for the Kidlet’s first game later in the afternoon. He is playing on two teams this season. His regular age group team and the next age group up. He tried out for both teams and made the top 5 in each age group. He didn’t have to play for his own age group because of his ranking, but he wanted to. It’s a huge commitment, but he’s into it and I am ok with it. At 3:30 we went to the fields about 20 minutes away for his first game for the older group. It was an awesome game. The Kidlet started and he scored the first goal. He had a hell of a game. The whole group of boys did amazing out on the field during the game, which I wasn’t expecting. Watching them at practice, they just didn’t seem together. They proved me wrong in a big way on the field Saturday. I am not coaching his older team. I am just a soccer mom during those games 
I sat with two people I have gotten to know through the club. Amy is Bones’ (great nickname, right??) mom and Anna is Slick’s (another great nickname!) mom. Slick is also on the Kidlet’s other team. Anyway, we all sat there and cheered the boys on…loudly. I am not rude, I am just loud. My voice carries. I apparently pissed off an old man who was about three seats away from me. Everytime I would cheer or say something, he would say something nasty. Apparently he had a bee in his bonnet. Oh well. It just made me cheer that much more. I think he was pissed that his grandson’s team was losing…get over it bub, it’s just youth soccer.
Sunday, the Kidlet had another game with the team I coach. It was so stinking hot and humid, I don’t know how the hell the boys played. I was sweating just standing on the sidelines. There was an out of control idiot parent on the opposing team’s side who got up in my face and then threatened to punch the referee and a parent on our side…niiiiice, buddy. The ref told him to leave and he started more shit. Great way to show your kid how to be a good sport. We lost the game, but at least we didn’t have an ahole parent on the sidelines like that. I ended up emailing the president of that soccer club with a complaint about the guy. The president called me and apologized and assured me he would take care of the situation.
After the game, some of the Kidlet’s friends came over to celebrate the Kidlet’s birthday. His birthday was last weekend and we did the family thing last weekend. So, his friends came over, I got pizza and drinks and we set up pop up goals and they played some soccer and football and ate pizza and hung out. Tres cool. They were all good sports and wore cheesy party hats for me for some photos. When they all went home, the Kidlet got a nice long bath. When he was done, he came downstairs and gave me this huge hug and thanked me for “the BEST PARTY EVER!” Woo! I rawk.
