Soccer Mom???? Really?!!!!

There is nothing more satisfying than a coach asking if your daughter will be at every game through the season and to please have her show up on the games for the tournament (that I had no clue would happen). Nothing more disappointing than knowing you can’t be there for the one game she would want to be there for. Sigh.

Smarts, needs to go up against this team. For three seasons she has and they have a boy (manboy) who is so much older than the other kids and Smarts is getting ready and IS ready to finally take him but yet we won’t be there for that game.  Talk about a let down for Smarts.  Double sigh.

I Am Your Disease by Anonymous

bats0711:

Basically.

Originally posted on The She Chronicles:

I AM YOUR DISEASE ..
I hate meetings.
I hate Higher Power.
I hate anyone who has a Twelve Step program.
To all who come in contact with me,
I wish you death and I wish you suffering.
Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the Disease of Addiction.
Cunning, baffling, and Powerful.
That’s me.

I have killed millions, and I am pleased.
I love to catch you with the element of surprise.
I love pretending I am your friend and lover.
I have given you comfort, have I not?
Wasn’t I there when you were lonely?
When you wanted to die, didn’t you call me?
I was there. I love to make you hurt.
I love to make you cry.
Better yet, I love when I make you so numb you can neither hurt nor cry.
You can’t feel anything at all.
This is true Glory.

I will give…

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