Trying to Avoid the Former
Friday Oct 28 Real Fun
Kim, Alex, Christopher and I went to see Real Steel after work/school. Fun to be out of work and at the movies by 4:10 on a Friday afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised by a few parts and not surprised by most of the picture. Meh, the boys seemed to like it and that was fine by me.
Cards won the World Series and Tony LaR's face did not fall off...
I guess it doesn't matter that manager does not know when to do nothing, or he is so situation-ally stupid that normal idiots like me are laughing at the tv saying shit like, 'Why don't you go somewhere and let your face fall off before you outmaneuver your team out of its eleventh World Series title?!?!'
The Cardinals were good enough to survive the onset of their skipper's dementia, and I dare say the old douche has done more at the beginning of his dotage than I could hope to in the most lucid moments of my life. Yay for them, I guess.
Meanwhile poor Nolan Ryan looked like he wanted to throw up all over his fancy trench coat.
I know how he feels.
Saturday Oct 29 Trying to Avoid the Former
Wrote bills, cut some more branches and went shopping for Charlotte. I brought Kim so I wouldn't buy something horrific that would make Steener and Joe horrified to have it in their home and horrified that they know someone like me. The latter is probably already true, I'm just trying to avoid the former.
We bought my goddaughter a stuffed polar bear, a book for mom and dad to read to her at bedtime and a statue of the Blessed Virgin holding the little King.
NOT A BOTTLE OF LITTLE KINGS YA SACRILEGIOUS, HALF-DRUNK BASTARDS!
Did some writing and then the boy and I watched the Hawks stick it up Columbus' ass. Boy if there's one place on the earth that doesn't need to get it up the ass anymore than it already has it's Columbus, Ohio.
Sunday Oct 30 Blessed and Beautiful
Blessed and beautiful day. I busted out the suit, got my shit together and helped Joe, Steener and their family welcome Charlotte into our church. No former associates of mine were whacked during the ceremony...
...that you know of...
Mr. O'Brien brought a jug of Tullamore Dew and its attendant cheer and goodwill. Perfect party for me. I was able to catch up with Beth and Cathy - Joe's sisters rock - hang out with the Brovellis and then sit with the men and talk about World War II, football and the films (and war service) of Glen Ford while drinking whiskey.
Before I left, Mr. Brovelli said, "Well now, you are the godfather of our little granddaughter Charlotte. That means you're almost Italian."
What a sweet man. The Slovenians were only a few miles and hills away from being Northern Italian cool anyhow. Great day...God Bless you Charlotte. The world is a better place with you among us.
Kim, Alex, Christopher and I went to see Real Steel after work/school. Fun to be out of work and at the movies by 4:10 on a Friday afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised by a few parts and not surprised by most of the picture. Meh, the boys seemed to like it and that was fine by me.
Cards won the World Series and Tony LaR's face did not fall off...
I guess it doesn't matter that manager does not know when to do nothing, or he is so situation-ally stupid that normal idiots like me are laughing at the tv saying shit like, 'Why don't you go somewhere and let your face fall off before you outmaneuver your team out of its eleventh World Series title?!?!'
The Cardinals were good enough to survive the onset of their skipper's dementia, and I dare say the old douche has done more at the beginning of his dotage than I could hope to in the most lucid moments of my life. Yay for them, I guess.
Meanwhile poor Nolan Ryan looked like he wanted to throw up all over his fancy trench coat.
I know how he feels.
Saturday Oct 29 Trying to Avoid the Former
Wrote bills, cut some more branches and went shopping for Charlotte. I brought Kim so I wouldn't buy something horrific that would make Steener and Joe horrified to have it in their home and horrified that they know someone like me. The latter is probably already true, I'm just trying to avoid the former.
We bought my goddaughter a stuffed polar bear, a book for mom and dad to read to her at bedtime and a statue of the Blessed Virgin holding the little King.
NOT A BOTTLE OF LITTLE KINGS YA SACRILEGIOUS, HALF-DRUNK BASTARDS!
Did some writing and then the boy and I watched the Hawks stick it up Columbus' ass. Boy if there's one place on the earth that doesn't need to get it up the ass anymore than it already has it's Columbus, Ohio.
Sunday Oct 30 Blessed and Beautiful
Blessed and beautiful day. I busted out the suit, got my shit together and helped Joe, Steener and their family welcome Charlotte into our church. No former associates of mine were whacked during the ceremony...
...that you know of...
Mr. O'Brien brought a jug of Tullamore Dew and its attendant cheer and goodwill. Perfect party for me. I was able to catch up with Beth and Cathy - Joe's sisters rock - hang out with the Brovellis and then sit with the men and talk about World War II, football and the films (and war service) of Glen Ford while drinking whiskey.
Before I left, Mr. Brovelli said, "Well now, you are the godfather of our little granddaughter Charlotte. That means you're almost Italian."
What a sweet man. The Slovenians were only a few miles and hills away from being Northern Italian cool anyhow. Great day...God Bless you Charlotte. The world is a better place with you among us.
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