I'm tentatively scheduled to be a Team Mom for the Batson's spring soccer team. When I heard this, I had a moment of misgiving. My girls were at that particular point in time running around the house screaming, "Zombies! Zombies!" and laughing hysterically.
They're two-and-a-half, in case you haven't caught that. I happen to find that hilarious, but many people probably wouldn't, because they have severe cases of FOOP, otherwise known as foreign object of the posterior, otherwise known as a stick up the bootay.
But then again, I can't possibly be worse than my camp counselor way back when. On an overnight hiking trip, he got us lost in an overgrown vinyard and blew off his eyebrows when he immolated the camp stove, then forced us to pitch tents at the top of a hill in a thunderstorm. We ended up sliding down the hill on sheets of mud. At least no one got torched. Other than his poor eyebrows, of course.
After that, he looked permanently surprised.
Anyway, even if I teach the kids the wonder that is Undead Soccer, I can't possibly be that bad, right?
Why am I asking you? You voluntarily read my blog; you're probably just as bad as I am. And I mean that in a complimentary, FOOP-less way.
12 comments:
Don't think of yourself as an inadequate team mom, think of yourself as a zombie soccer ambassador. The results may be the same, but the kids will have more fun.
So, will this be the slow, outwalk-them type zombie soccer, or the ultra-high speed you can't run fast enough zombie socccer?
Regular soccer or zombie soccer, they're getting some good fun exercise either way!
Watching kids play soccer is fun enough, but zombie soccer sounds like a riot!
Wow, what made him stop short of feeding you all poison berries?
Undead soccer sounds far more fun than ordinary soccer - and at least, I'd stand a chance of getting the ball.
Zombie soccer... Ninja soccer... Its all good :) You can be Head Mom for the Zombie team and Slayer can be Head Dad for the Ninja team. Sounds like a good time.
You have my blessing, Ms. Carrie -- carry on with your questionable role-modeling.
I find that hilarious. Carry on, dear. Of course, this is coming from the mom that laughs hysterically when her son says "I FARTED" really loudly IN public.
My son is starting his very first soccer class in May. I'd be totally stoked with you as a Team Mom. I'm all about meeting FOOP-less moms. But I don't find too many of them. In fact, I think I may be the only one in my county. They don't allow more than one or else we'll hang out and act like weirdos and give normal, FOOP moms a bad name.
LOL! Loved the story of your poor, ill-fated hike and the clueless guide.
Carrie, I sure hope you're writing a story about your life. You have such a way of describing things that have happened to you that I always think, Really? Wow, Carrie's life sure is exciting! And I'm sure it is. Especially with twins screaming "zombies" all the time. Yikes!
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