  Since when do cheerleaders only cheer when the basketball is not in play? How is cheering a distraction as opposed to yelling? We had a game this afternoon, and by we, I mean the girls that I coach while laughing at and reliving my high school angst against beauty and popularity. Certainly, I'm painting a wonderfully well-rounded picture of myself. I'm the beached whale to your right, folks. My girls where ashamed/embarrassed to cheer after using the wrong cheer and then messing up a cheer and then cheering during our team's free-throw.
But, cut them some slack, this is the first year cheerleading squad. Not like we have any others, either. Little Miss I'm-Too-Good-To-Be-At-School-Homeschooler-Basketball-Whore saddled up to the girls and said, "The refs can penalize the team if you cheer because it's a distraction, but you can cheer if the ball isn't in play. " Suck my left toe. I've been to plenty of game where the stands are louder than the cheerleaders and the cheerleaders at games try to distract the other team.
Creep. One of my students made Cinnamon raison bread for me last night and brought it in today, so I had a slice. And I had lean cuisine sal. steak w/mac -n-cheese. That sucked. I had 23 M&Ms and then I came home (after the bball game from hell) and had two pickles (I love that pickles are fat free) and a chicken sandwich with pepperjack cheese and a bowl of SlimFast mac-n-cheese. The lowfat mac-n-cheese stuff is gross. But, I eat it. I tried a SlimFast banana bread meal replacement stick and confirmed by earlier suspicion, they, too, taste like crap.
You could probably pull a pretty good prank by putting it on a shower floor. But, if you really feel the need to eat something that tastes like burnt banana, go for it. On the serious side, Hubby's grandpa had a lung removed and in all of that excitement, his grandma had a heartache. His mom's been gone for three days, up there, helping and staying around there for support. His dad finally told Hubby tonight, with an, "I guess I better bring up to speed. " when Hubby asked about the way the cars where parked over there. It's stupid to live so close to these people and yet they don't talk to us. I know that they visit when I'm not here, so let's put this all together, if you remove me from the equation, there seems to be a more open line of communication. I think that they don't like me. Hmmmmm. Yup, that's it. I have proof, too, you should see my wedding pictures (and the lack thereof that are sported around her house, but the ones of just Hubby are all up, yes, the poor boy looks like he married himself).
Tomorrow is Friday (just pretend that you hear a slightly off-key, tone-deaf female voice screeching through the night, because I am singing the praises of Friday). I can't wait until 3pm tomorrow. I have two days away from the freaks. Yippee. 
