Skip to main content

A Shootout In More Ways Than One

So the Captain finally got to see a shootout in person and boy was he happy. Even more so because they won. His sister and her husband were at the game too a couple sections over and the kids were happy to see them. I know they were happy to see them because they were tired of seeing us the whole night. We missed the first period due to traffic and parking nightmares. Peanut had no desire to sit for more than 12 seconds at a time. Monkey Boy decided he was going to freeze people as they were coming up the concrete steps to get more booze and food. Try explaining to an almost 4 year old that the Excel Center does not charge for stair usage (though with all the taxes and whatnot on the tickets, they could very well do that). Mike and Ike's were running amok, a $4 Coke was decorating the floor nicely and the poms were excellent floor sweeping utensils to rid out aisle of those unsightly peanuts. At least they amused everyone in our section. We got quite a few "Oh you guys are brave to bring them" and "I think Mommy and Daddy need a nap now". I would have taken a drink. Several.

All in all, it was a good time. We're just not bringing Peanut with until she's 5 and begging and pleading promising to be the bestest little girl ever.

Downside: We got home around 11ish. The kids, and I swear on all things holy this is true, they didn't go to sleep until 2. In. The. Morning.

Upside: They slept until 1130am. I made myself get up at 11. I never get to sleep in so this was awesome. (I love sleeping in but I'm one of those weirdos that when I do get to sleep in, I don't want to sleep too late because then I feel like I'm wasting the day away. I never do anything, I just feel as though the day is wasted if I sleep super long. I told you, I'm weird.)

On a side note, don't you think Andy's mom would start worrying that someone is coming into their house, writing on the Etch-a-Sketch and leaving new toys postioned on her son's bed? Maybe it's just me but I would be investigating that shit right there. (Wow the Wikepedia site is awesome, tons of useless info)
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I Can't Wait

I know of no one who agrees with me that Jason Mewes is hot. This is a bad example and this is definately NOT hot. That's ok though. I remember the good, forget the bad. I make no excuses for my taste*. For fans of Clerks , Chasing Amy , Dogma , Jay and Silent Bob , etc , check it out: P.S. I've been working 'til 11 or midnight most nights so I'm pooped. I'll blog more. I promise. Was I missed though? * Or lack thereof to some people
7 comments
Read more

This, That and The Other

I can already tell that Thanksgiving and Christmas are going to suck ass even more than it normally would at my job. Last night, a guy was telling me how much he gave me, how much he was supposed to get back and THEN told me what order to give it back to him in. Um? Sir? I'm not a twit, ok, I am a twit, but I'm not an idiot. Ok, sometimes I can be. Like that time I moved up to Wisconsin in the middle of a blizzard from nice, warm Tucson, AZ for a dumb boy and we broke up less than two months later. Yeah that sucked but my point is: I've been in retail, just about every job one could have except store manager, for about oh, 19 years. I think I know what I'm doing when it comes to giving change back. Don't talk to me like I'm a 16 yr old kid who's working his first job and doesn't give a shit what kind of work ethic he has. I care about you as a customer but when you're a dick to me and pissing off everyone in my line so they are dicks to me ? Well, ...
11 comments
Read more

This Has To Be Said

I haven't blogged in 8 months. We bought a house, still unpacking, school started. You know, life. I felt the need, the urgent need to blog about the Adrian Peterson situation today. I am full of all sorts of feelings and had to write about it. I would love to hear your thoughts on this whole thing. No really, I would. I don't feel I was a douchebag in my writing so all I ask is you not be a douchebag in your response. Thanks. My thoughts on the Adrian Peterson situation (but first, some backstory): I was spanked as a child. I'm pretty sure most of us that grew up in the 80s were. Until the summer between 5th and 6th grade I lived in Charelston, SC and from 6th to 11th grade, North Chicaco, IL. I have seen every form of discipline doled out on a child. I've seen spankings, beatings, hairbrushes smacked into heads, spoons hitting the tops of heads, whips, belts and even switches. I've seen it all. Most of you know that my son is named after a little boy who ...
Post a Comment
Read more