Well today is Mother's Day. It comes and goes and honestly it's never anything special in my house because every single year, on Mother's Day, my mom flies out to Washington D.C. for work. Honestly every single Mother's Day! So we never really have time to do anything special. I also have a soccer tournament in Oakbrook every single Mother's Day weekend. The soccer moms don't like that too much. This year I think we did pretty good! Well besides our first game. The first game we played was against this really good team that came all the way from Michigan. We lost, but not by that much only 2. We won our second game and our third, placing 2nd in our pool. The rankings are so confusing I don't even know how that worked out.
This tournament tends to bring back some pretty nasty memories from 6th grade. Well back in the 6th my team attended this tournament and we were in the championship game. It was pretty intense. So there was this little pesky ginger(of course it all makes sense now! nothing against you Ned) was next to me and we both jumped up to attack to ball with our head, you know a header. Well she is quite the little IDIOT because she completely missed the ball and hit me with her head! What an idiot I hate her. How dumb could you be? Like honestly? Ugh thinking about this makes me so mad because usually I can just get her back in another play and/or run full speed at her knocking her down...but then I do run the risk of getting a yellow card, but I'm willing to take those risks. So she knocked me so hard I fell down and as I stood up blood was rushing down my face and I couldn't see out my left eye because it was filled with blood. Sorry this is gross. I looked around and someone told me to sit down and people around me looked as if they were about to puke or something. I did have the joy of riding in a golf cart! That was quite some fun! My dad insisted on taking me to Lutheran General so we drove from Oakbrook to Park Ridge. I got there and then this African woman marched in, she is really scary and really tough. She didn't give me Novocaine. Okay just so you completely understand this I did not receive ANY NOVOCAINE. So I got 20 stitches above my left eye and I think I can say that that was the most painful thing that I have ever gone through. I didn't cry during the stitches, I just winced...a lot. Man that was gross. Okay now you can go do whatever it was you were doing with that happy