I think I already put this up on my old blog, but I've run out of photos. That's one thing I plan on doing this weekend - taking pictures. If you're lucky, I'll even get one of a gigantic wooden nickel. I fuckin' love Iowa.
It's another one of those nights where I have no idea what to write about. I know I was just talking about how much time I'm taking off in the next few months, but the last two days have been a little on the hectic side. I was going to try to see my friend Ed Gray play at the hall mall last night, but after that Sunday night escapade, I decided that I shouldn't go out during the week. So, I stayed home and did absolutely nothing. Hmmm, fascinating.
Coadster had her last soccer game on Monday. It seems like soccah season goes on forever. Now it's over and while I'm happy, I think Coadster's a little sad. It will be good for me because I won't have to feel like a total Beavis parent for laughing when someone says, "Nice head,"
after a girl stops the ball with her forehead..."Hee hee. He said, head. Hee hee."
Tonight Coadster had her last choir concert. While I really like to support my girls in their endeavors and I know how important it is because my aunt and uncle never came to watch me do anything in high school and wah and wah and poor me and shit; I have to say, the concert was a little long. I would have loved to go in and cut at least one song from each choir. There were seriously seven different choirs for one high school. The saddest part, was that my friend Ben wasn't there to reinterpret the Latin lyrics into something crude with me. Instead, the uptight woman who drank beer and lemonade with me and my friends a couple of Fridays ago, sat down beside me. I tried really hard not to speak, because the last time I talked to her, she basically told me she was a better parent than me, and I didn't want to embarrass Coadster by shanking her classmate's mom during the concert.
Besides a slight headache, that's all I really have for you tonight. It was still probably too much, wasn't it?