Soccer Moms

That's the focus of today's blog my friends. Why soccer moms you may ask,well, I went to get the order with my love and Raven today. We entered the checkout line and the scene was something from a very bad horror film.

On the back wall of Superstore standing shoulder to shoulder, all with the same hair color/hair cut/and clothing, were approximatley 25 to 30 soccer moms. All staring at me with blank expressions of disinterest, occasionally giggling and this or that, or talking about what Molly the next door neighbour just bought and how they were going to 1up them next pay day. Oh yes, that'll show them.

What was happening was that the local girls soccer team was bagging groceries. That didn't stop the horror of the whole thing for me.

Will I become a soccer mom? Isn't that what most women strive for? The perfect husband with the perfect job, allowing them to stay home all day and talk to their perfect friends about how great it is to have a perfect husband with the perfect job.

As this thought rushed through my mind I promptly turned to Chris and told him if I ever became a soccer mom, in a lovley bout of poetic justic and irony, beat me to death with a soccer ball.

All in all, it was a crazy thought I suppose, but beware my friends, for the evil monster in all of us will try to get out. Will try to turn you into something horrible....the most horrible thing of all.....the soccer mom.