My Brain is leaking out of my ears
I made a major mistake this evening. Although it wasn't totally my fault, I was the driver. Perhaps you're thinking wreck or ticket. No it was nothing that simple. I would have taken a ticket or an accident over the mistake tonight. I'd take severe wounding, staples without a local, or even a red hot needle in the eye socket over what I went through tonight. I guess it's time to enlighten you to the mistake I made.I took two 12-year old girls to a high school football about an hour away.
Oops. Fish and Becka accompanied my father and I to the game. Now the Fish is okay by herself. But you mix in Miss Attitude Becka and there were about three times I wanted to beat Becka with a rolled up newspaper. Just the fact that she contradicted herself and even tried to argue with me twice over shit she was wrong on. I can understand why she rubs Fish the wrong way sometimes. It wouldn't be so bad if Becka wasn't so damn boy crazy. She tried to take my hat off of my head to wear during the game because "I looooooooooooooooooove those hats. CanIwearit?" "No." Then it was "Letmesseeyourhair.Isithighlighted?" I just looked at her with disbelief. We got to Lyons with enough time to go grab a quick burger from Dairy Queen. No big deal there, but at one point Becka begged Fish into giving her a bite of her burger. So Fish tore one off and Becka whined that it didn't have cheese on it. It took a lot of self control for me not to stuff her in a trash can. Dad piped up with a "Mark it down, but Becka's mouth will get her in a lot of trouble. In fact, her mouth is writing checks that her body can't cash." I agreed and Fish just laughed. I actually did threaten to stuff her in the trash can, and she thought that because she can handle her 15 year old sister she could handle me. Fish looked at me with a "What the hell is she thinking look?" and I decided against making a scene in the DQ.
We also made a game plan for when the game was almost over. We told the two girls to meet us with exactly ONE minute left in the game. At 1:04 the clock was stopped and no girls in sight. The clock stopped twice more and Dad shook his head in utter disbelief. They were standing around talking to two of their comrades. I literally screamed at Becka to get her attention , because we were leaving. The worst part? There were no boys in sight. ( I will say this much. If a boy even looks at my lil sister wrong, I'll take him out in the country and cut his little pecker off.) Finally we started walking hoping they would get the hint. We both agreed that, this trip was the last time we take Fish and Becka to any game.
On a positive note, I talked to the program director for the radio station (he was covering the game) and he said he'd call me to do some PBP in late Sept. and October. Can I get a hell yeah?
posted by Rusty @ 10:22 PM
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