Three Damned Days
I hate three damned day weekends. Too many opportunities to get too drunk and eat too much. Yes, I know I'm a lousy American...that has been clearly established throughout thousands of pages of this ungodly mess.
Friday was a fun family night. We watched a NOVA about Neanderthals. No jokes about my protruding brow please.
Saturday we went to the Cougars game with our friends the Campbells. The game was rained out but we still had fun. Drove back to Twins for dinner and drinks. They are good company and everyone had fun...even better, I missed the WhiteSOX monumental collapse against the AL Central Division leading Detroit Tigers. Even though it takes two to make a game like that, a team to choke and a team to make a valiant comeback....all credit goes to the Tigers in my opinion. If they are going to keep fighting through an early 8-1 shellacking followed by a rain delay they deserve to finish ahead of the SOX. The AL Central, for the most part, has been bad this year - but that's not the Tigers fault. They played well when they needed to and beat the teams on their schedule. I tip my hat to them.
Sunday - 10am mass with my little crew , came home and Alex and I had our feast while we watched another Nova on homo erectus
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS!
Did some writing and got on the bike. Came back and made tall grass short. That insufficient amount of activity constituted the sum total of my exercise on a day when so much ore could've been had.
Monday - events conspired against me getting as much writing done or exercise, but I made the best of an up-in-the-air situation. Did some computer shopping for Kim then took my TINAM notes to Afton. Edited, then hiked to a different spot, worked some and basically kept moving most of the short part of the afternoon I was there.
Uh, I should've edited that last sentence out there, or just thrown it out.
Dinner with the in-laws when I got back to my place. Too much broasted chicken, whiskey and beer. I feel like a fat fucking ass as of this writing.
Saw a young SOX pitcher take a no no into the 7th. Nice outing by the kid. I'll mention his name in this blog if he throws another good six or seven the next time he steps on the mound.
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS
That's just not nice
Friday was a fun family night. We watched a NOVA about Neanderthals. No jokes about my protruding brow please.
Saturday we went to the Cougars game with our friends the Campbells. The game was rained out but we still had fun. Drove back to Twins for dinner and drinks. They are good company and everyone had fun...even better, I missed the WhiteSOX monumental collapse against the AL Central Division leading Detroit Tigers. Even though it takes two to make a game like that, a team to choke and a team to make a valiant comeback....all credit goes to the Tigers in my opinion. If they are going to keep fighting through an early 8-1 shellacking followed by a rain delay they deserve to finish ahead of the SOX. The AL Central, for the most part, has been bad this year - but that's not the Tigers fault. They played well when they needed to and beat the teams on their schedule. I tip my hat to them.
Sunday - 10am mass with my little crew , came home and Alex and I had our feast while we watched another Nova on homo erectus
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS!
Did some writing and got on the bike. Came back and made tall grass short. That insufficient amount of activity constituted the sum total of my exercise on a day when so much ore could've been had.
Monday - events conspired against me getting as much writing done or exercise, but I made the best of an up-in-the-air situation. Did some computer shopping for Kim then took my TINAM notes to Afton. Edited, then hiked to a different spot, worked some and basically kept moving most of the short part of the afternoon I was there.
Uh, I should've edited that last sentence out there, or just thrown it out.
Dinner with the in-laws when I got back to my place. Too much broasted chicken, whiskey and beer. I feel like a fat fucking ass as of this writing.
Saw a young SOX pitcher take a no no into the 7th. Nice outing by the kid. I'll mention his name in this blog if he throws another good six or seven the next time he steps on the mound.
NOT THAT YOU SICK BASTARDS
That's just not nice
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