Thanks and Bye

Hello dedicated followers,

We appreciate all of your commitment to our hilarious blog. Just thought we would let you know the truth about us. We made this blog as part of a social experiment and you are all just our players in this game. We can see how many of you actually read our blog, and there’s about three people that read it, so in reality, it’s probably just us rereading it because we think we’re hilarious. For those of you that actually read this, thank you for your dedication, we would not be able to be so successful without you all. (lol we are so successful)

We know we did not get that many followers, but we tried really hard.

Although the results did not add up to our effort, we truly enjoyed this blog. At the beginning, our devotion to the blog allowed us to get more followers, but as time went on, our Spanish homework got in the way. As you know, through reading our blog, we have stressful lives. We wish it was possible for nothing to get in the way of our awesome blog, but high school life is hard af bruh.

Thank you. We appreciate all of your time taken out of your precious day to read every post. Just like the Pledge of Allegiance we do every morning, we would like you to pledge your allegiance to the not so fab life blog. Again, we thank you for everything you have done for us. We started out as young ducklings and, with your help, have developed into momma ducks.

Thank you so much my lovelies.

Love,

the not so fab life staff (Alaska, Belle, and Hadley)

Soccer..or not

Hey frands,

Hadley here.

So my friend and I coach youth soccer together. We haven’t actually played soccer since we were about 8, so obviously we are the best coaches around. The team is a co-ed team of 11 six year olds. There are three girls who always decide that it’s a great idea to hug me and touch me. They are six. I don’t know where those hands have been, they’re probably so dirty. I can’t yell at them to get off me because well… they’re six anddd their parents watch the entire practice. So I put on a smile and pretend I love it so much. Then of course, there’s the runner. He runs into the woods whenever I turn my back. One practice I found him in a thorn bush and I had to talk him off the ledge. Apparently he wanted to play “fissies and sarks” and we weren’t going to play that today, so he threw a hissie fit. Then there is the boy that’s actually amazing at soccer, so everyone wants to be on his team when we scrimmage at the end of practice. One kid started to hysterically cry when I told him he couldn’t be on the same team as Cam. As he was bawling his eyes out, I got really mad, but I remember he’s only six...so he got his way...again. Every Thursday, soccer practice is the longest hour of my life.

Although they annoy me, I really love coaching them. I received an email from one of the parents that saddened me. One of the boys on my team recently fell, and had to go to the hospital and get 40 stitches. Four Zero. In his head. And he’s six. And now, of course, he can’t play soccer. As if the forty stitches isn’t enough, he has to come to the games and watch his twin brother play, while he sits on the sideline and watches. The poor little kid is going to have to watch.

See ya,

Hadley