"I'm singing in the rain, just singing in the rain..."

[auntbijou]

We got bucket loads of lovely rain last night and early this morning, totaling about 1.93 inches.

*is deliriously happy*

The downside is, we had to cancel all soccer games this weekend for two reasons. One, the fields have little to no grass, so they are one big mudslide right now. Considering how many games are played on those fields every hour on the hour between 9 a.m. and 1 p.m. on Saturdays, well, they'd just get completely torn up.

Secondly, no matter how we try to get rid of them, there are fire ants out there. The best we can do at present is knock 'em back a bit. When it rains, those mounds that are mostly underground (which is why it is so hard to spot them) all of a sudden start building above ground to dry out, and boy, are they aggressive. Even the native fire ants are aggressive right now. So, we'd have kids slogging through mud... and covered with fire ants. Not a good situation any way you look at it!

I forgot to mention that last Thursday, Miss Priss didn't play because she had a 24 hour bug sort of thing going, but we went to the game to cheer her team on. They lost, but our friend E surprised us. First, she gave me, yours truly, a t-shirt that had the name of our team, plus the mascot on the front, and on the back, it said, "The Impertinent Daughter's Mom."

Well... it didn't say "The Impertinent Daughter," obviously, it had my daughter's name on it, but I'd rather not put that here, dontcha know!

And for Miss Priss? Well, a couple of weeks ago, supposedly a form was passed around for the girls to order team bags, except... some of the girls didn't get them. Why? Because the coach handed them to a couple of the girls to hand out to the others and the ones that didn't get them, my daughter and E's daughter included, lost the popularity contest. In other words, the coaches stupidly gave the forms to the girls who were giving Miss Priss trouble, and these girls took it upon themselves to symbolically "cut" those girls that they thought should not be on the team.

Well, while I tried to tackle the coaches on that issue, E took a more direct approach and went to the only shop in town that does t-shirt printing, embroidery, logos, etc, and is appropriately enough, named, "Logos." E asked if they had gotten the commission for the team shirts and bags, knowing it was a no-brainer, but wanting to start the dialogue. Well, they had, so E ordered a bag for her daughter... and mine. So now, the Impertinent Daughter has a bag to carry all her athletic stuff in, and it has her name on it, so no one can conveniently take it and claim it as their own.

Oh, and those girls? Totally eating crow. For one thing, that all happened before the first game, right? Wait... did I not tell y'all about this? Well, you see, the Impertinent Daughter was having trouble with some of the girls trying out for the seventh grade team. Well, with one girl in particular... we'll call her Miss Snot. Okay, so... Miss Snot doesn't like Miss Priss. Miss Snot is a huge Twilight fan, and was largely responsible for the "shunning" last semester when it was revealed the Impertinent One thinks the Twilight books are a joke.

So, Miss Snot was trying out for soccer, and started spreading the rumor that ID thinks she's "All That," and has been boasting about her prowess on the field, blah, blah, blah.

I will say this for my girl. She doesn't boast. She doesn't brag. She doesn't make wild claims. That's just... not in her nature. She's more likely to just do it, you know? And I'm proud of her for not bashing Miss Snot's face in, or protesting her claims because you know, that just makes it all worse. She just... tolerated it until the second game, when she got twenty five minutes of playing time... and proved how good she really is.

It didn't hurt that she's a referee, and could explain the ref's calls to the other girls when she was on the bench. By the following day, the girls who had been firmly in Miss Snot's camp were thinking, "Hmmmm... Miss Snot said the Impertinent Daughter was stuck up... but she explained all those calls to us. And Miss Snot said she was bragging about how good she is... but you know, we never actually heard I.D. saying a word about it. And Miss Snot said she was a pathetic player, but... she's really good... and she's actually helping us..."

Guess who is in hot water now?

The Impertinent One told me Friday, with much muffled laughter, that Miss Snot has asked for tips. Talk about heaping ashes on your enemy's head!!

*merry laughter*

Today, we went into San Marcos and hit the library. This is beginning to be a weekly thing, and even the Impossible Son is catching on, checking out five manga for himself, which he has already finished!! Not to worry, though, he will pour over them and read them again and again, and then ask me for books we already have to fill in the time between.

YAY!!

I was looking for books on crochet and amigurumi, which oddly enough were in the same aisle as the manga.

O.o??

Anyhow, while I was looking at a book on crocheted jewelry (oooo, shiny!!), the Impertinent One was trying to describe something, I have no idea what, and then... a boy approached her.

Y'all, I thought he was going to implode. Or have heart failure. Or a severe gas attack. He was terrified!!

He handed her a couple of manga, and muttered something unintelligible about them, blushing furiously the entire time (which was quite a feat, considering he had a built-in tan like my uncle's), finally managed to recover when she looked down at the books in her hand to say, "They're really good, you should read them... plot development... drawings... good artwork..." before the urge to flee overcame him.

She stared after him, back down at the books, then at me, and said, "What... was that???"

I bit my lip hard, gave myself a sharp pinch, and said, "Um... I think he was recommending that to you."

"I know that!" she said, glaring at me. "But... what was all that about???"

"Um... he likes you?"

Really, she shouldn't whack her old mom like that. I have delicate skin, you know.

He kept peeking at her around the corner the rest of the time we were there, watching her with this wistful look on his face, like he wished he had the nerve to talk to her again. I think he was hoping it would break the ice and get her to talk to him, but the Impertinent One is still in Obliviousland as far as that's concerned. And I'm in no rush for her to leave it, either!

And now, it is time for me to pass out.

Oh, did I mention that the Husbandly one still has the pimp phone ring tone on his phone?

*dies laughing*