My sole reason to come home: sister was cheering with the varsity cheer team for the last home game. Being the good sister that I am (and maybe wanting to relive my ghs cheerleading days), I decide to trek home for the event. Much to my discontent, all they did was do a few cheers. No fancy stunts, no tumbling. And I couldn't even see them. Yet, the GHS football game did not cease to entertain me.
High school football parents. The level of accepted obnoxiousness varies. If your kid is playing, it's okay to get excited. Really, it is. If your kid goes to high school, it's okay to clap a bit. If your kids are long gone, it really isn't okay to show your face. However, most people don't understand these rules. Most people being the people sitting in front of me on that glorious night. These women. They needed to get a life. You don't have kids in high school. Your kids graduated years ago. You graduated in '79 (they told me. I didn't ask). You didn't sit down the entire game. You knew everything there was to know about the 250+ students in the GHS band. I hope you feel accomplished, woman. I just felt annoyed. Also, don't ask me what year I graduated then look astonished that I'm not as in touch with the happenings at gulfport high as you are. I really don't care. You however clearly do. Thanks, football game attending moms (not football moms. that would imply they had a reason to be there), for showing me everything I aspire not to be.
What is time spent in gulfport without los tres amigos. I wouldn't know the answer. I had los tres for dinner last night. Tonight I'm having los tres takeout. This shows that I like to stock up on my mexican when I am home, and how I have gotten progressively lazier over the weekend. True life.
As previously mentioned, I become a carpool service when I am in town for more than 1 hour. This stands true. 2 hours of my day were spent carting kids to soccer games. They don't even play soccer. This is also true, because we went to 3 different soccer fields to find the games. Reasons why you shouldn't go to soccer games if you don't play.
Clearly, I am sitting at home on a saturday night typing my meaningless thoughts about the world. Even more clearly, I love it. Coming home and doing absolutely nothing is a wonderful life. That is, until I have to bring sister and crew a plethora of places.
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