AArrrggggghhhhh ...... Seven Early, Eight Early, Paul dragged me out of my comfy bed to the "Office". For those who know me, know that I hate morning with a vengence and instantly I sink into this dark side of mine which even I, want to get away from. I mean it's 6.30am and the only time I ever woke up that early was school days and even then I am this grouchy morning hater. Definately not a happy camper when dragged out of bed at 6.30am.
It's like a series of torture event, last evening was another nightmare. I was dragged to attend Paul's Football League Coach's meeting. Don't get me wrong, I totally admire and impressed by those parents and volunteers who commit their time, energy and effort to teach these kids football and adopt a healthy hobby but seriously I only enjoy watching football & rugby at the comfort of my own home, screaming at the players, yelling at them and encouraging them to kick each other's butt. BUT to attend a 2hrs meeting is a whole different story altogether... the entire time I have to remind myself to stay focus and stay awake. Gosh, I was dozing off at 8pm and it's not a good thing. To make matters worst, I have to destract myself from the super tempting M&N cookies and the black fuzzy cat who keeps rubbing herself against my leg. I wish I brought my camera there so I can take a pic of the fuzzy cat, definately need some smoothing serum to tame it's fur. The only good thing that came out of this meeting is 1) the M&N Cookies and 2) My officially resignation from attending any of his meeting EVER !
Now I can't wait for the football practise to begin which starts in Aug (pls read it with a sense of sarcasm). Paul will be coaching the kids twice a week and apparently I am "required" to show my undying support for him and his team, thus I would be sitting there, under the hot summer evening, smacking the bugs away from me in grace and "socialising" with the kids' mom. They even take away the only fun that I am looking forward to, I can't even cheer or yell at the kids to kick each other's ass. Apparently "ASS" is not allowed or even mentioned on the field... the proper word is "BUTT". I mean seriously what's the kick and aggression when you scream " KICK THEIR BUTT ! ". Oh well, who am I kidding, I may even already pass out from the heat stroke before I even can scream anything remotely "R" rated ....
TGIF !!! Tomorrow is Paul's sister's B-Day so there's another round of family gathering *sigh*. Those married folks will share the same sentiment as me about yr spouse's family gathering. Thank God for the "likely" chance of thunderstorm thus her B-Day celebration have shifted to a restaurant. The initial plan was a BBQ at her backyard from 1.30pm - 6pm on a hot summer day ! But now I guess we can all dine in comfort. Wonder if there'll be any drama but for sure, there'll be some people that I don't wish to see.... will update you girlsssss....
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