my life

I was in Asda this afternoon doing a bit of shopping. Ther was a lady in the queue in front of me at the check-out. She was a little upset, but I didn't really notice what was going on. I was busily putting my shopping on the belt, as you do, oblivious to everything and everybody. When it was my turn, the check-out operator asked me if I had seen the lady in front of me. I said I had and she told me that she had noticed that she a bit upset and had asked her if she was OK. The lady said that she had just lost her son in a motorbike accident on Saturday. She was buying food for his funeral wake. The accident happened just near where I live and there are loads of flowers and tributes for him next to where the accident was. Many time I have passed, his friends are just standing, crying. It has been all over the local papers and everyone is very aware about the incident. But when you see his mother in Asda, crying, buying buffet food for her 22 years old son's funeral, it kind of hits home you know? Isn't life so cruel............makes you think about what is important and what is sooooo not! Bless her and her family at this sad time and please send loving thoughts out to them. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

I had a very eventful day yesterday. I took the kids and 2 of their friends to the Chinese Buffet King for lunch and then we went to the pictures to see Ratatouille. It was quite funny actually, but not as good as I thought it was gonna be.

I got home and started to worry about the football meeting we had to attend at 6pm for Child number 1's team, (girls). It was worse than I was expecting. It was as though it was a personal assassination of ME!!!!! I can't really explain how it actually went coz it is all a bit of a blur, but I know I cried for about 3 hours, (what a loser)! The Manager and the so called coach are an absolute nightmare, any everyone daren't say anything to them, apart from me. So I guess that is why I got it in the neck then. I walke out after about 45 minutes as it was turning into a bit of a slanging match, and Tears were in my eyes and I felt like a dick! They are unbelievable.

Some of the parents actually spoke up for me saying I am the heart beat of the club and it is not my fault if the kids only come to me with their problems and worries. It was pretty obviously that I am seen as a bit of a threat. But I couldn't care about the parents, only the kids. And I have been with these girls for about 4 years not. I understand that I did resign, jumped before I was pushed, but these so called people in charge are an absolute nightmare.

I can't believe I cried. Although when they started saying that they didn't care if any of the girls left the club, I was absolutely flabbergated. I couldn't believe it! And the personal attacks on me of course, (I have something VERY wrong with my sense of humour apparently)??????????????????? Sorry for making everyone happy. I think I should explain a bit more about this. CHild number 1, after losing 14-0 already, scored an own goal. I cheered over to her, 'get in well done nice one', and started to whistle and do a celebratory dance on the side line. AT this point she burst out laughing, and so did the whole of the defence and mid-field. They were suicidal up until this point I might add!

Anyway, I know everything I do is for the girls and I am not ashamed of anything I have done or will ever do as far as the girls are concerned.

So there............be seein' ya...x