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Birthday Party & Softball Playoff

15 Aug

Yes, we both managed….I still don’t know how. Sucessfully even.

Frasier not only didn’t lose any children successfully managed the birthday party but a good time was had by all! He took THE SPED with her walker through the mall to Rainforest Cafe AND he also brought a bag on his on volition to carry the gifts home.  He even wrote who gave what on a list! WHOOOT!!! I guess this means I have to actually will have to write will know who to send the thank you notes to.  Rock on bebbeh! Also as special shout out goes to one of my new mommy friends. SUPER J thanks so much for helping out Frasier out!! We WICKED appreciate it! Lots of ❤ for all of the pictures you took for us.

I brought Ketchup with me to Textface’s softball game. I felt guilty the entire time.  Never have I felt more torn about where I was supposed to be. It was so freaking hot at the game and Jackass was dressed in a long pants, button down shirt and a tie.  He wanted to look hot for the single mom’s had to work later. Textface played okay and everyone else on her team did.  They got KILLED during the game. Absolutely crushed. I think the score was like 24 to 10.  Some of the girls were crying as if it was the end of the world because they played so hard all season.

(RANT ALERT BEGIN:  Luckily I didn’t start this blog during softball season otherwise you would’ve had the pleasure to read the rants of “creepy father”. I am going to give you a little snap shot of why I hope Textface isn’t on the same team as “creepy father’s” daughter’s next season. He comes to the games when his daughter isn’t there and hangs out in the dugout. He started a team website to host team photos and for parents to post when their girls aren’t going to play.  He talks to the parents on how their girls can improve and thinks it’s funny when he jokes with the parents when our daugthers should have a double but got a triple. “She shouldn’t have made it to 3rd” and thinks he’s funny.  Wait for it…. he is NOT a coach.  Which is what makes him “creep father”.  No, I am NOT hard of hearing I just think you are f$cking weird and if I pretend I can’t hear you maybe you will stop talking to me. No, I am not blind when I pass you as I walk to the field, I don’t want to know you. I wish you and all your creepiness would move to another town. When I  travel and you offer to pick up Textface to drive her to the game, I say thank you and tell you we’ll figure it out; I really mean THERE IS NO WAY she will ever get in the car with you.  For all of the reasons and many more you are “creepy father”. You’ve earned it. RANT ALERT END)

Once we all got home, Frasier and THE SPED were so happy.  Frasier was so pleased that he did such a good job at the party.  THE SPED wanted to open every gift at that very moment.  She had stuff everywhere! Diego this, Princess that, Mickey Mouse thing-a-ma-jig.  I sat there taking in all the details saying to myself….Wow, not every dad would be able to manage a 5 year old kid friend party but your husband did.  Textface was even already joking about how badly they did and Ketchup didn’t even try to pile it on.  Glad I picked so well the 2nd time around in the husband department and my girls were all so happy.