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Charlie's Soap


Tuesday, April 18
So. How you doin'?

Lots of stuff here, none of it terribly interesting though. However, I'm pretty sure a little detail like that won't stop me from writing about it.

We had a nice Easter, long day, though. We narrowly averted sending Busy Boy for a ride in a Hummer with a stranger, but, other than that it was uneventful. My MIL lives in an ever so slightly questionable area, not violent, just um, some really, um, "rural" people. I keep a close eye on the kids when we are outside there after the police chase through there that one time. Anyway, the neighbor owns a Hummer, and, Busy Boy thought it was pretty cool.

MIL remarked, "I talked to him about giving Busy Boy a ride, he said to just come over when we were ready." I was thinking, "Oh, that's really nice of him to do." However, those warm fuzzy thoughts were interrupted when she went on to say, "But, he never told me his name, I hate it when people do that." Um, yeah, she didn't actually know said neighbor.

I ended up taking yesterday off from work to "get some things done" (I'll give you a minute to stop laughing that I really thought that would happen). Everyone was off yesterday, or, so I thought. Seems that The Preschooler Formerly Known as Busy Baby had school (we thought they were closed) and they had fixed him a birthday cake. Yeah, I felt about this ---> <--- big, and, apologized profusely. I had also forgotten that a friend of mine was in town. We haven't seen each other in several years, so, she wanted to get together with the kids. I got everyone ready to go to the park, and, the phone rang. And, for the third "forgotten" of the day, Busy Girl was supposed to go shopping with a friend (I thought the plans wer kind of tentative, really) and they called, and, were on the way to get her. So, I rushed to the bank to get her some money, and, off she went. This was actually her first "real" shopping trip, and, I am pretty sure it won't be her last.

The boys and I went to the park to see my friend, and, Busy Dad stayed home to do yard work and such. We had a nice time, but, I think her kids got bored at the end, two of them began to feel ill, but, I am pretty sure they were faking. By the time we were done, it was almost time to pick Busy Girl up for her softball game. So much for my day off.

Ya'll. I am just not feeling the love with this softball thing. It was an exciting close game, but, I am just not adjusted to the big ol' rednecks environment, yet. There was a bit of controversy, and, let's just say that soccer parents have nothing on these people. Maybe I just haven't been involved with it long enough.

OK, I'm even putting myself to sleep with this entry...

11:25 AM | Comments (16) |

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Ah, but life is never truly boring so long as it's being lived. :)

Now, if you were hanging around with dead people, yeah, that'd be boring.

Not to mention a bit weird.



It's a good thing you took off a day from work to "get some things done". But it sounds like the things you got done weren't exactly what you had planned.

Beware of the redneck mafia, seriously. They break kneecaps over softball and baseball.

Oh so now you're thinking my soccer incident was mere child's play...

Maybe I'll have to come to one of these softball games and see for myself! ;)

they madea cake?! great school!

Ok. I was coaching soccer practice one day and realized I was talking to one of the kid's MOM (that's right, mom) who had a t-shirt on reading "Eat Me" If that is not redneck I don't know what is.

Oh you are in for a rude awakening as the season goes on if you think you can compare Soccer Parents with Softball/Baseball parents.

In my experience, the baseball parent's willingness to get up in the ump's face and chew him out is directly related to the intricacy of the design on the kid's airbrushed batting helmet.

I was lauging at the Hummer thing. Too funny. And yet a little creepy.

I'm tellin' ya - bring a BOOK to the games. ANY game. ANY sport. ANY book. Just look up when it's time to yell "Go Busy Child Go!" and then get that nose back in the book.

(This is the only way I can hold my temper against bad calls, biased (paid off) referee's, 'best buddies' type coaches and umpires, and orney parents that don't know when to be quiet or be adults.

Remember those "You might be a Redneck if...." t shirts from a few years ago? "You've been thrown out of one of your kids baseball games" is right there on the list. One of my son's friends bought it for his Mom to wear to the games. Funny thing, though, she seemed proud of it and kept pointing out to us (those of us who read her chest...) how many she had accomplished. Over qualified you might say.

Posted by: Sue | April 18, 2006 8:50 PM

Git 'er done, girl!

Your days off sound like my every days - nothing gets done!

The Softball parents are by far the most dangerous of the sports parents. Those people frightened me. I was actually a bit relieved when my daughter told me she didn't want to play anymore.

OMG! I so know what you mean about the bat and ball crowd being a bunch of big ol' rednecks. Living in a little bitty town in South Georgia, I should be used to the big ol' rednecks, but I can't get used to the way they are at children's ball games.

I went to my little niece's first t-ball practice, and my brother-in-law basically had to hold me back from choking the pony league coach on the next field. This coach was yelling at the kid at bat about being lazy, worthless, stupid, etc. with a few expletives thrown in for good measure. Everybody turned around to stare at this guy until they realized that it was his child that he was yelling at. Apparently it is okay to totally degrade a kid if you have donated a little DNA to said kid.

And as long as I am on a roll...This is my little niece's first year in t-ball. She still has that swing at the tee and totally miss thing going on. I overheard two little kids making fun of the way my niece swung the bat. That did not bother me, but there mom was encouraging them. I got up with my camera to take a picture of my niece, and the mom suddenly started correcting the little boys for laughing at my niece. I so wanted to walk up there and get on to the mom!

Okay...stopping ranting on your blog. I probably should have posted this over on my own. Then there would be some real content over there. lol

Oh pee-wee football season around here brings out the best in all of us. NOT! I have found that football is way worse than t-ball or soccer when it comes to the parents and the redness of their necks.

You guys are the 23063 best, thanks so much for the help.

Posted by: Caty Tota | July 20, 2006 9:51 PM