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Chuckie Ugly

December 03, 2007

Or why you should never invite Competitive Internet Blogger Peoples to your child's birthday party:

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Heather may have stolen tickets from two-year-olds, but I stole balls from them in order to keep this one pesky little toddler in an orange shirt from rolling my precious balls and generally just effing with my zone.

The birthday boy's father was trying to get nice photos of everybody and clearly, we cannot be bothered. Pushing my hair off my face would have required moving my hand from my thigh and THAT'S MY LUCKY STANCE. CANNOT MOVE. GO AWAY. 100,000 POINTS BUCKET IS IN RANGE AND THERE'S A PLASTIC SPIDER RING WITH MY NAME ON IT.

The good news is that you cannot see my pit stains. Skeeball is QUITE the exertion, y'all.

(I will note that Heather kept her valuable prizes for HERSELF, and I at least gave mine to Noah, who promptly broke his soccer-ball bracelet into a dozen separate choking hazards.)

(Oh fine, I did eat the Tootsie Roll. But it's not like he needed more chocolate.)

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We don't get many birthday party invites. I don't know why.

Posted at 11:11 AM in breathtaking dumbness | Permalink

Comments

What a sweet messy face! Made my day!

Posted by: Ginny | December 03, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Posted by: TJ | December 03, 2007 at 11:30 AM

I have a twisted love of Chuckie Cheese, and am eager for my child to be old enough for me to actually go there without looking like a freak.

Posted by: Hot Librarian | December 03, 2007 at 11:30 AM

Hi, I'm TJ and I'm new to the internet. Commenting too hard for me, apparently.

Posted by: TJ | December 03, 2007 at 11:31 AM

That picture sums up the essence of you, doesn't it?

Posted by: Wacky Mommy | December 03, 2007 at 11:40 AM

Children's birthdays are a place where you have to do what you can to survive - even if that means skeeball. Last birthday I attended, they beat a Dora the Explorer Effigy to death with a wiffle ball bat and then cannibalized her insides.

In some ways, that experience was even more disturbing than

getting ones pubes stuck in a hairdryer.

So all in all, I'd say you deserve that tootsie.


Posted by: anne nahm | December 03, 2007 at 11:43 AM

Hehe!! The look on his face, it's part, "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" and part, "R U introoding on my messy eat tiemz? GO. 'WAY."

And other part adorable!

Posted by: QueenBee | December 03, 2007 at 11:47 AM

I always try to be all "adult" and "mature" and shit when we're at Chuck E. Cheese, but it never flies. I always end up in a shouting match with a 3 year old and one of those automated singing things inevitably gets pelted with a skee ball.

Posted by: Kate | December 03, 2007 at 12:03 PM

You make rock at Skeeball... but I would kick your ass in a game of Jeopardy!
My head is full of useless information.

Posted by: AmyM | December 03, 2007 at 12:03 PM

You may rock at Skeeball... but I would kick your ass in a game of Jeopardy!
My head is full of useless information.

Posted by: AmyM | December 03, 2007 at 12:04 PM

Like I just now learned that hitting 'stop' at the last second does not prevent the post with the error from going through...

Posted by: AmyM | December 03, 2007 at 12:05 PM

IA m 45 and have never been to Chuck E cheese.....but I will be in America on wednesday with 3 little boys, maybe we will do that, or maybe not because it loosk sort of loud and my kids don't need anymore of that.
I love Noah's face, he looks like maybe he KNOWS you are going to take his cake! He's thinking " just try it lady, I'm ready for ya"

Posted by: Helen | December 03, 2007 at 12:12 PM

Man, Amalah, you are so rockin' that skeeball lane. I'd hate to see you at the Bop-a-thing-in-the-head machine. (What are those called?)

Posted by: Ree | December 03, 2007 at 12:15 PM

Skeeball is my favorite arcade game out there...toddlers and bloggers best be on watch when I'm around :)

Posted by: Katie | December 03, 2007 at 12:18 PM

haha! That picture of you is priceless. Makes me want to run out to Chuck E Cheese.

Posted by: Sadie | December 03, 2007 at 12:26 PM

That's okay, the only time we went to Chuck E Cheese we swiped as many abandoned tickets as we could find. I think we even swiped tickets from a toddler who just happened to be getting his parents to show what he did. Maybe. Sadly, we kept all ill gotten tickets because the prizes -- we wanted cheap plastic crap! (also, they weigh the tickets?!?! I practically demanded they be hand counted to get the "better" prizes. No luck.)

Posted by: Starbuck | December 03, 2007 at 12:38 PM

We don't get invited to many birthday parties anymore either. But I know it is just because the other parents are scared OF MY SKEEBALL AWESOMENESS!

Clearly they don't want to look like pussies in front of their kids.

Posted by: Miss Britt | December 03, 2007 at 01:01 PM

Ok, if I see you and I'm genuinely happy to see you and in turn you say "Bye, bye" then you don't get my prizes. I think that's only fair.

We should totally do that again. Next year.

Posted by: Heather B. | December 03, 2007 at 01:02 PM

I think if Chuckie's served wine I may actually go to a party there. Mysteriously all of those invites seem to end up in the trash...

Posted by: Brighton | December 03, 2007 at 01:10 PM

I also just realized that while you keep your hand on your leg, I keep mine on my ass. I bet this is why you kept winning. I need to change my form.

Posted by: Heather B. | December 03, 2007 at 01:17 PM

I love skeeball; I will knock a tween on his ass to take over a lane sadly, I've no shame. It's what the Olympics are missing. Btw - you have perfect skeeball form.

Posted by: Dana | December 03, 2007 at 01:26 PM

I thought you dislike Chuck E Cheese almost as much as the zoo?

Posted by: Hillarie | December 03, 2007 at 01:33 PM

Skeeball all you want. Just don't eat the food. Last time we visited the 9th circle of hell, oh, I mean Chuck E. Cheese, I was the only one who didn't eat the pizza. And I was the only one who wasn't violently ill the next day.

Posted by: Stimey | December 03, 2007 at 02:05 PM

I am SO glad that I am not the only adult that has a skeeball addiction!

Posted by: Laura | December 03, 2007 at 02:29 PM

OMG, I looooove skeeball. I see it out at every fair I attend, and sadly it's not always present. I was almost tempted to play it at the mall the other day, but the urge to shop was too strong.

Posted by: JP | December 03, 2007 at 02:56 PM

Kids birthday parties are the BEST birthday parties. That's why I had my 6th birthday party all over again this year. We watched disney movies in a fort and ate about 4 truck loads of refined sugar products.

Posted by: Leaf, probably... | December 03, 2007 at 03:23 PM

You totally earned the tootsie roll. You have to keep your energy up.

Posted by: Maria | December 03, 2007 at 03:56 PM

Skeeball shmeeball...

WHERE DID THE CURLS GO????

*sob!*

Posted by: jsdcreative | December 03, 2007 at 04:07 PM

I love those pictures - they really seem to capture you and Noah!

Posted by: Monica | December 03, 2007 at 04:43 PM

OMG...when I play Skeeball my UBER competitive side comes out. I just about knocked my son out one time trying to retrieve MY BALL, which he had STOLEN, which seems to be a running theme with two year olds. After that, people were staring, which totally threw off my game.
Maybe the look on Noah's face is b/c he's worried you're going to do with his cake what you did with his Skeeballs. Watch out for a grown woman at a Chuck E Cheese Birthday Party!

Posted by: AMomTwoBoys | December 03, 2007 at 07:12 PM

Happy Birthday Noah!

Gorgeous as ever Amalah.

Posted by: mandy | December 03, 2007 at 09:15 PM

I can't quite make out what Noah is holding in the last picture, but it looks like he is sprouting little Wolverine style death blades from his hands. What the hell are those things?

Posted by: Velma | December 03, 2007 at 10:34 PM

Skeeball rocks. Too bad I suck balls at it. Ha..get it?

Posted by: Kristie | December 04, 2007 at 11:31 AM

Skeeball is so addicting. It's really not cool when you have to steal the balls out of your 2-year olds hands. Sometime, we should plan a mommy night out at Chuckie Cheese. No kids allowed!

Posted by: Black Belt Mama | December 04, 2007 at 11:54 AM

LOVE the lucky stance!

If you REALLLLLLY want to score on the little tickets, you gotta find the game where the cat comes out of the trash can and when he does you lob balls in there. There is a ball pit sitting in front of you (like the ones kids play in at McDonald's) and it's a no-brainer! I like to get 4 or 5 people in on it to try and see if we can make the game totally overload. BIG FUNZ!

Posted by: Katie Kat | December 04, 2007 at 03:31 PM

Okay, P.S. NOT a real cat... stuffed cat resembling that cartoon character in Paula Abdul's "Opposites Attract" video.

Posted by: Katie Kat | December 04, 2007 at 03:32 PM

Look Noah is signing "Wussamattawitchu" also known as the sign for Italians everywhere.

Posted by: sarah | December 04, 2007 at 03:49 PM

Love the skee!

Anyone else get the sidebar ad for Disaboom of the young gentleman asking why he cut his leg off? My guess? He clearly has a third one...

Posted by: WendyB | December 04, 2007 at 04:06 PM

When my kid was two, he always beat me at skeeball. Now that he's six, I don't even bother.

Posted by: Big Momma Pimpalishisness With A Cherry On Top | December 04, 2007 at 05:56 PM

we are huge chuck e. cheese fans...mostly because it opens at 9-freaking-oclock on weekends. awesome.

i have a nasty habit of stealing my children's token to play skeeball. i am a skeeball master!!

Posted by: ali | December 04, 2007 at 09:22 PM

Well, I'll bet he at least CRASHED when he got home. I hope you at least kept that spider ring!

Posted by: Catty Ax Lady | December 05, 2007 at 12:20 PM

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