Tag: softball

Another Big Day for Little Humans

Yesterday was a huge day for my step kids. Today was no different.

First, my step daughter’s softball team won their league championship. Congratulations!

Next, she had another performance of the play she’s co-starring in. This time her mother, brother, father, and step mother got to see it too. All of the kids did another excellent job. It was definitely a little tighter the second time around. I wish they had a couple more showings, but there will only be the two.

Finally, my step son’s baseball team earned a spot in their league championship game tomorrow. We aren’t yet sure who they are playing, or what time, but there is a chance we’ll have another champion in the house tomorrow.

What a great weekend it’s been so far!

Busy Weekend

We have two games at the same time today.  We have a house that needs to be cleaned from top to bottom.  We have a lawn mower that still won’t start damn it!  We have two more baseball/softball things tomorrow at roughly the same time.  We have a 12 year old’s birthday party tomorrow afternoon.

There is so much to do!!!!

Now What?

The trip to Virginia is over.  The trip to see Rush is over.  The Bruins first round series is over and the next round doesn’t start until tomorrow.

Now what?  What do I talk about today?

Both kids have games tonight at the same time, so it will be a late evening out for Jen, both kids, and me.  I’ve seen my step daughter play in two games, and my step son play in one.  I want to see more.

Earlier this morning I discovered a sure fire way to spot an addicted gambler.  I was at a convenience store in Tewksbury that offers KENO games.  There was a car parked in the lot with a license plate that approximated the word, “SLOTS”.  It was also 7:11am.  Yup, I think I found me a compulsive gambler!

This weekend we are going to have a mini birthday party so there will be cleaning.  I need to get the damn lawn mower running so I can cut the grass.  I want to get a bird feeder to feed my inner bird watching nerd, and there is always the dream of patio furniture.  The catch with patio furniture is mosquitoes.  There have been do it yourself mosquito trap ideas floating around Facebook lately.  Maybe if we start to picnic we’ll try one.

Busy

I’m already tired.

It has begun.  That time of year when we go from being busy to being off the wall crazy busy.  Instead of just having to get the kids to and from piano and karate, we now have to get them to and from piano, karate, baseball, and softball, and unlike piano and karate they do not play baseball and softball together.  Tomorrow, they both have a game starting 30 minutes apart.  Monday, they both have games starting at the same time.  It’s madness!  It’s also fun.  Expect many updates on the status of baseball and softball games.  Who’s winning, who’s playing which positions in the field, who’s getting hits.  All that fun stuff.

Still, I’m tired.  I think allergies might be involved.  My step son is missing his second consecutive day of school with a fever.  Obviously that’s not allergy related, but I wonder if maybe he has a little allergy action adding to the misery.  We’re all tired and stuffy.  If that’s the price one pays for not freezing their ass off when they go out of the house, then it’s worth it.  I just wish I could breath and sleep a little better.

Let’s not forget that we’re less than a week away from more of this:
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Even though we are only a week removed from this:
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The Bruins play game two of their first round series with the Leafs tomorrow.  They spanked the Leafs hard in game one.  Let us hope that continues.

The Red Sox… kinda rule.  Who knew that all they needed to do to erase the horror of last season was trade their most expensive players and fire  schmucko the clown.  They have the most wins and the highest winning percentage in all of the majors.  Please please please please please let this not be a fluke.  Last year was so painful, I can’t take a collapse this year.  I just can’t.  World Series of Bust, babie!  (says the guy who was hoping for nothing more than a .500 season)

Softball

Last night I picked three more old songs to reinvent. I started playing around with one of them but didn’t get very far. I won’t have a chance to continue this morning because something that actually has meaning and importance is happening…

Softball try outs.

You know the happy good weather Spring time awesomeness is right around the corner when the try out season arrives.

Good luck to my amazing step daughter. I hope she makes the ass kickingest team.

I’m Tired

I feel weird right now.  I’m very tired.  Sleeping doesn’t seem to help as much as it should.  How weird is that?  Jen and I both go to bed completely tired, and then wake up 6-7 hours later feeling just as tired as we did when we went to bed.

The weekend is upon us but it is probably not going to be a restful one.  There are softball try outs tomorrow along with piano class.  Some housework needs to be attended to.  Jen has work work and school work to do.

On Sunday I am on call for a major customer’s major software update.  These things normally do not require me to work, but the last time this customer went through an update I had to work quite a bit.

That’s bad, but what’s worse is that my step son has little league try outs on Sunday and I can’t be away from a computer.  I’m crushed.  I want so badly to support the kids in their baseball/softball careers.  In the last year my step son has become a fanatical baseball fan and he and I can gab about the game endlessly.  My step daughter doesn’t get nearly as wrapped up in things, but every coach she’s had has made it a point to tell me how good she is.  I know enough about the game to be able to tell that for myself, thank you, but it’s always great to hear it from coaches.  She’s good.  She’s really good.

I love baseball.  I loved playing when I was a kid even though I was always the worse kid on the team.  Just being around the game was so much fun.  I want my step kids to feel that way too, and I want to be there to encourage every little detail.  On Sunday, however, I am going to miss out on something for one of them.  I’m really disappointed in myself.  Don’t get me wrong, I know how good I have it schedule wise as far as my job is concerned.  The commute sucks, the money is low, and I get stressed out like mad at times, but I punch in at 9:00 and I punch out at 5:30 and the changes to that schedule, being on call or what not, are few and far between.  I have my weekends, and when my wife’s incredibly intense schedule comes into the equation I am able to get the kids where they need to be, or get the errands done.  It pleases me that I can do those things and I really shouldn’t bitch about the rare instance where work does get in the way of something on a weekend… but I’m still going to bitch and you just have to deal with it.

So I am tired right now.  I’ve been sleeping okay, it just hasn’t made much of a difference.  Now I’m annoyed too because I won’t be there for my step son on Sunday.  So I’m tired and annoyed.  Being annoyed makes me more tired.  Being tired makes me more annoyed.

Oh please, please let this be a quiet day at work.