sundays

How was your weekend?

I spent part of my Sunday in Church

I did!

I DID!

OK – it wasn’t to pray or anything like that

But I was still in a church

The girls had their trophy presentation for soccer

And it was in a church

One of those trophy days where ‘everyone’ gets a trophy

Even the uncoordinated losers not so sporty kids

I know that it’s all bullshit  about being nice, and fair – but what age do they ‘earn’ their rewards?

Miss 3 spent nearly every game laying in the middle of the field with her finger up her nose

Her trophy’s as big as Miss 5’s – who actually scored a couple of goals this year

Anyway….I digress

The real reason behind this post was to let you know that I went to Church

And didn’t get hit by lightning

Churches have changed dude

This one has a pumping sound system – with a DJ!!!

Cameras & lights

Big screens up the back so everyone can see

They even had the hockey finals on before the ceremony started

My husband, who was also the coach, waited outside with the girls and all the other teams while I, and other family members went inside to get a seat

We were early. Not sure how the fuck that happened

So I was sitting in there by myself for a while

Contemplating just how long it had been since I’d been in a church

And I couldn’t remember

Kinda sad yeah?

Then I started to wonder if you’re allowed to wear thongs (flipflops) in church

Hope so

Noticed some things hadn’t changed

They still have the same reading material

Along with those little envelopes for ‘donations’ 

Those Catholics know how to make a buck that’s for sure

I was pretty sure that it was going to take for-bloody-ever a while to get through the whole presentation so I came prepared

With my own reading material

Which I totally hid inside a bible ’cause I’m still shit scared of priests that’s how I roll

And you know I don’t leave the house without knowing when my next meal will come from bringing snacks

Had that covered too

And yeah – that’s totally an illegal Cadbury chocolate in my bag, smuggled in from New Zealand

Kiss my arse How do ya like me now Mr Customs man??

 

So after all guilt, snacks and nun flashbacks, 

It turned out OK

They’re going to take pride of place in the trophy cabinet that we don’t have bathroom!

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