that one time my husband played soccer

I secretly can't wait to be a soccer mom, so pretending to be a soccer mom to my husband for a day was really fun. I did the whole bring a blanket thing, grab hot cider, and take lots of pictures with my obnoxiously huge camera like any soccer mom would do thing. It was a blast. It made me really excited to have little Kidd's running around chasing a ball. But don't worry, no little Kidd's are coming, and they won't be for a while.

Anyways, enough about me living vicariously through my soccer mom dreams, Brad played in the staff vs. Varsity girls soccer game. It was a riot. For one, none of the teachers had shin guards, and half of them were in regular tennis shoes. If I was one of those girls on the team, I would have kicked the teachers in the shins, but none of the girls played dirty {I was a little disappointed}. Brad did surprisingly well {I say that, because the only time we've played soccer he ended up on the ground multiple times}. He even had an assist! And those headers... Watch out! As a former soccer player, I was very proud. The staff won the game 3-1, only because the staff had a 300 pound player that would knock girls over anytime they tried to score. Since the staff got a victory, we celebrated with In-N-Out. Next year, I'm playing... Watch out Payson girls soccer... I'ma getchya.