It was another weekend, I was planning to go up and visit Hooters of Horn Lake for their annual swimsuit pageant, however that got squashed, the dragon called up and said Alex my youngest had a baseball tournament in Horn Lake and could I help out and watch the kids this weekend.
Well the day was not starting out good my both of my parents were sick and could not pick the kids up from the ball field, so I had to leave from work early oh well needed to burn some personal time anyway. I make the two and half hour trek north to Desoto county and to the ball field. I watched Alex’s team win their first game of the tournament. After the game was over and kids were getting their after game talk from their coaches, I spotted a friend from days at my former employer. She was totaled focused on being team mom so I walked up there and said Hey, it is a small world. A hug and we started to talk. She told me that my former employer lost their state contract and they are going in shut down mode. The smile on my face was possessed by the Karma Angel, I was shocked. I was not happy to hear that some of the good people that I worked were losing their jobs especially in this economy at the moment. However, hearing the story how the evil higher ups had this cake and reception planned out waiting for the awarding of the contract and being told they had placed third and would not be on the contract, the expression on their face was probably priceless. Yep the Karma train does roll baby. The way the executives especially one asshole and his ass kissing henchmen treated people is so poetic that they have do what I did after I was let go. Good luck, Bitches.
Well, Alex’s game was over, the kids wanted to go to Hooters, cool maybe with the spring feast and all the tournaments we might be able to squeeze in there. No such luck the parking lots for full. However on the way out, I did get see the girls wearing their Wild West outfit, Heather definitely rocks. Okay, To Chili’s we go.
Saturday, I go get McDonalds for the kids, It seems that McDonalds is the local senior center. Oh well, I accomplished the mission and feed the kids. I got Alex there so he can warm up, Randy and I went to local mini Wal-Mart in Horn Lake, picked up the kids. Watched the game, Alex’s team was flat and lost to a lesser team, oh well we got another game tonight. It was lunch time; the kids had hooters on their mind. 50 wings and an order of fries later it was time for the next game. I took Alex to the diamond for warm up for the next game. Randy wants to go to my parent’s house to chill on the x box, so I took him. And I went back to game. Alex’s team was on fire this time, it was a great game.
Sunday, it was an early start. We had to be at the field at 10:00 am. Well, breakfast was at McDonald’s again. 9:00am they had the drive through back up and the counter line was outrageous. Well, as we got close to the line, they finally opened up another register, some old geezer jumped the line, Oh I want to give him an earful, but this was not the time or place. We finish breakfast and head to the diamond. The skies were over cast and the fields were wet from the night before. We arrived there before most of the team. Then out of nowhere, the Dragon calls, I hand the phone to Alex to talk to his mother. She made the comment to Alex, ‘You are not going to believe what ____
____ ______ (POS) did, he was given 150 piglets.’ Oh the karma train is running full speed this weekend. Do not get me wrong, I have a lot of respect for farmers. It is a tireless and thankless job providing food. I have family on both sides who are farmers. They work and play hard. However, I know my ex. I was just calculating the amount of pig shit and mud that is going to be generated. Oh she is going to love that smell. Hopefully, they are not smart enough to place the pig pens downwind from the house.
What goes around does come around!
