Blurt Thread III - Emporium of Unexpected Exclamations & Revelations

When does little league start?



Both Mrs. E and I have played on ball teams, and have had both kids participate in T-Ball (when they were wee) and softball rec leagues, but it just didn't take.

No little league, at least not yet.

All of us play hockey though, and soccer, and swim. I'll be swapping out the skates and sticks in the back of my truck for cleats and swim goggles. Pucks for balls!
 
Both Mrs. E and I have played on ball teams, and have had both kids participate in T-Ball (when they were wee) and softball rec leagues, but it just didn't take.

No little league, at least not yet.

All of us play hockey though, and soccer, and swim. I'll be swapping out the skates and sticks in the back of my truck for cleats and swim goggles. Pucks for balls!

I was one of those rare kids who never really found a sport I didn't enjoy playing. Sounds like a great selection for the E-kids!
 
❤️ I’m so short on time with him because we live interstate. It’s awful. Luckily I’m heading up in a few weeks with the Curly Haired Wonder so that will be a relief.

In the meantime I just need to find a way to stop tearing up every time I think of him.

Why not just let the sadness flow when it needs to? It's been two years since we lost my mother, a year since my father and the sadness just shows up whenever it fucking wants to. All I can do is pat the spot next to me on the couch and let it leave when it's ready. Keeping the shit in just makes everything turn more brown, you might say.
 
That Yank is a very wise man. ❤️

In other news, never submit to an ultrasound by a woman nicknamed Ham-Fisted Gert.
 
I'm sorry, friend. Time is your best gift - both to give and to receive. Been in your seat twice and there's no way around it, but it will hurt like hell no matter what you do. So do your best to enjoy the moments you have and those you can give. :heart:

This. So much this. A million times this. It hurts, it's sad, it puts a lot in perspective and that helps to dull the cut (at least for me).

And I'm so sorry :rose: It's hard, it's fucking hard. But it's not a shock as much. :rose:
 
At least she’s not in Proctology.

That’s true, but had she been in proctology, we would never have crossed paths, which would have been my preference.

At least she was thorough, and let’s face it, I walk funny anyway.
 
That’s true, but had she been in proctology, we would never have crossed paths, which would have been my preference.

At least she was thorough, and let’s face it, I walk funny anyway.

So, you’re saying that being a little, shall we say, top-heavy, can be a disadvantage? ;)
 
Well, my sister is behaving like a militant bitch for one. She hung up on me for crying when she was telling me about his palliative care appointment. Then followed it up with further abusive shit in an email I haven’t responded to - because foul.

Secondly, and more importantly, I don’t want all my time with dad to be ready and upset so I need to find a way(s) to manage it or stifle it.

I agree with your choices here. My advice was more general as it really is a good thing to let grief have its time as much as you can. But yes, don’t give the evil sister any satisfaction and do share baskets of laughs with your dad when you can. :heart:
 
I felt like blurting about stringed instrument tunings but that gets annoying. Especially with axes holding fewer than two strings. Maybe the washtub bass is the ultimate instrument.
 
When you’ve sworn off dating but along comes a 6’4 gentleman with a shaved head, a kind heart, and a voice like Barry White, who is ticking more than a few of the right boxes.

I still may be way too old for this shit.
 
When you’ve sworn off dating but along comes a 6’4 gentleman with a shaved head, a kind heart, and a voice like Barry White, who is ticking more than a few of the right boxes.

I still may be way too old for this shit.

If I ain’t, you ain’t, young lady. :rose:
 
When you’ve sworn off dating but along comes a 6’4 gentleman with a shaved head, a kind heart, and a voice like Barry White, who is ticking more than a few of the right boxes.

I still may be way too old for this shit.

There's something about not looking and not expecting that creates the best opportunities. These things are usually best when they sneak up on us.
 
Happiest of birthdays to my one and only, my brosef, my broham, my truest Lit bromance of all time, the ever wonderful SaucyMinx.

I love and adore you the most of all. 💜🌈

Thank you my gorgeous broham! It was indeed a good one, and I have the champagne headache to prove it. Love you dearly. ❤️
 
Hmmm...it appears that I missed the opportunity to wish the minxy one a timely happy birthday. I really have only one thing to say for myself: I ran out of gas. I, I had a flat tire. I didn’t have enough money for cab fare. My tux didn’t come back from the cleaners. An old friend came in from out of town. Someone stole my car. There was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT, I SWEAR TO GOD!

So, how about a little bit of belated birthday gift?

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Happy belated birthday, Minxy. :rose:
 
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