Adieu, Soccer.

Status: Preparing to run around like a head with my chicken cut off.
Yeah, it’s that crazy…

So, Saturday was the last of the Soccer games for my kids. Until Spring, anyway. It was freezing cold, the field was a minefield of goose poop (okay I had no idea they pooped like dogs--ew) and yes, I will be scraping goose poop out of Thing Three’s soccer cleats until the Millenium. But he scored the opening goal for the game, and his team won, 5-1. That makes them UNDEFEATED for the whole series! Go Team! WOO HOO!

So no more six practices a week/three games every Saturday for a while! Excuse me while I shed a tear…

NOT!

Okay, that was immature. But hey, I am entitled. I can toss the Soccer Mom Hat into the closet for a while. Now if I could only get the damn Constant Chauffer Hat to wedge off my head, but I’m afraid it’s been super-glued there. For at least 18 more years. Niice.

We went trick-or-treating Saturday too. The kids looked great, (I'll post pics when I have more time) and we had wayyy too much candy for the piddly amount of kids who came by so by the end I was giving it away by the handfuls. Extremely LARGE handfuls. Lara does NOT need death by Snickers Minis. I can’t just eat one of those things. They will all go in the Garbage. I was thinking of sending all the leftover candy to my Mom, but she’d kill. Me. My sister? She’d kill me. So, into the garbage it will all go. Such a waste…Tsk tsk. *Update* I sent it all with Hubby to work. His people will LOVE him. Heh heh.

Okay, this post must end. Time for just another Manic Monday! Lots to do—and I need to find a service or something because our riding lawn mower got a flat tire. I had to ask myself: how in the heck does a lawnmower get a flat tire??? It runs on grass. So I need to call the Cub Cadet guys... I think. Dang I’m useless.
But hey, I finally learned how to overcome my morbid fear of riding on the riding lawn mower! Now I just think it’s kinda fun.

But that’s another story, for another day. Cheers Everyone!