We Got Bacon
SUNDAY June 7
Mass @ 10:15 and it was standing room only. Grass, golf and lots of lots of lots of basketball w/ Alex. We’ve developed a new way of playing HORSE. When he gets a rebound, dad gets a letter. Jasmine watched the boy in the evening. I took Kim to Johnny’s and toasted her for another successful year in the classroom. Then I bought her some big ass pork chops and we chowed the fuck down. Saw the new Star Trek flick and got home late.
MONDAY June 8
Alex had a game tonight and it was fun although there were issues with Cookie. Alex is on the Scrappers this year and the picture on the jersey is of a tough looking, cartoon dog showing teeth. All the kids on our team have adopted Cookie as the mascot since she has the fierce underbite, hence the Chihuahua has been to all the games (and most of the practices). Tonight the other team had a dog on their side and Cookie barked her fucking ass off at the mascot for the other team. At one point Cookie was so intense that Kim & thought she might be scaring the younger children on our side. Kim & I took separate cars to the game and after the boy’s last AB she told me to take the crazy Chihuahua home in the bar car. As Cookie and I were making our exit the coach of the other team called out, “Hey Posega? Why’s that dog only barking when our kids are in the box?” To which I responded, “Ya ain’t cheatin ya ain’t trying Coach. That’s just Cookie being Cookie.” Seriously, she is one barking jag away from a 50 game suspension being handed down by the Pinto League Commissioner. Once again, Bud Selig declined to comment.
TUESDAY June 9
Rock practice. We solidified overdubbing dates (next Tuesday at Larry’s) and everybody seems to be on board with Saturday June 20 for bD golf outing. Those not interested in golf will of course be required to meet us at Rosita’s to witness the annual Breaking up of the Band dinner (or at the very least, a Costanza-esque airing of the grievances).
WED June 10 – Walking on air because Kim is reading my novel and I am out of expressions. Went to the dentist and got cavities drilled and refilled for the first time in 20 years. No shot. Well, I had my Jamie when I got home but none of the boring – make me – talk – like Brando crap. I don’t think Alex and I can go to Milwaukee this weekend and I am sad.
Thursday June 11
Played 18 after work today because I am a fuck it all kinda guy. Kim invited Janine over for dinner. She made her good carrot/pasta dish and it reacted in an interesting way with the spicy vegetable juice I drank after coming off the course. Let’s just say there was a hot ring around my rosy. Alex and I helped Kim bring the last of the stuff and the class pets home for the year. She left a note for the summer school teacher on the Dri Erase board and we closed the door behind us.
Friday June 12
Stayed up late, fucking late last night writing but I am literally one detail away from finishing MOI. Alex had a game so we had a short family movie night. It was the creepy Star Trek the Next G when those crawdads attached themselves to the brains of Starfleet commanders. Alex was a little creeped out so I acted out a scenario where one of those creatures tried to clamp on to Cookie’s brain but it just kept sliding off her head because there’s nothing in there to latch on to…stupid fucking Chihuahua.
SATURDAY June 13
Rain. No Milwaukee trip but a great day screwing around – around the house. Worked on the bills, Alex went to Finn’s so Mrs. Posega and I had some quality alone time in the afternoon. Alex came back and the little family took in 4:30pm Saturday Mass. Kim got a wonderful letter from T today and we are overjoyed. Finn came later for a sleepover and I kept the boys up really fucking late watching Rocky IV. They both pretended to be two different Rockies fighting two different Dragos. At least they are beginning to grasp the concept of alternate realities. Great. We’ve got a coupla Philip K. Dicks on our hands. Bacon knocked in a coupla runs and that was exciting. Love that #15, the saltiest number of them all. Up late, late, late again reading and rearranging this instrumental thing in my head. Leaving for Sandwich to golf with Dennis S. @ 6:30 Sunday morning…
Mass @ 10:15 and it was standing room only. Grass, golf and lots of lots of lots of basketball w/ Alex. We’ve developed a new way of playing HORSE. When he gets a rebound, dad gets a letter. Jasmine watched the boy in the evening. I took Kim to Johnny’s and toasted her for another successful year in the classroom. Then I bought her some big ass pork chops and we chowed the fuck down. Saw the new Star Trek flick and got home late.
MONDAY June 8
Alex had a game tonight and it was fun although there were issues with Cookie. Alex is on the Scrappers this year and the picture on the jersey is of a tough looking, cartoon dog showing teeth. All the kids on our team have adopted Cookie as the mascot since she has the fierce underbite, hence the Chihuahua has been to all the games (and most of the practices). Tonight the other team had a dog on their side and Cookie barked her fucking ass off at the mascot for the other team. At one point Cookie was so intense that Kim & thought she might be scaring the younger children on our side. Kim & I took separate cars to the game and after the boy’s last AB she told me to take the crazy Chihuahua home in the bar car. As Cookie and I were making our exit the coach of the other team called out, “Hey Posega? Why’s that dog only barking when our kids are in the box?” To which I responded, “Ya ain’t cheatin ya ain’t trying Coach. That’s just Cookie being Cookie.” Seriously, she is one barking jag away from a 50 game suspension being handed down by the Pinto League Commissioner. Once again, Bud Selig declined to comment.
TUESDAY June 9
Rock practice. We solidified overdubbing dates (next Tuesday at Larry’s) and everybody seems to be on board with Saturday June 20 for bD golf outing. Those not interested in golf will of course be required to meet us at Rosita’s to witness the annual Breaking up of the Band dinner (or at the very least, a Costanza-esque airing of the grievances).
WED June 10 – Walking on air because Kim is reading my novel and I am out of expressions. Went to the dentist and got cavities drilled and refilled for the first time in 20 years. No shot. Well, I had my Jamie when I got home but none of the boring – make me – talk – like Brando crap. I don’t think Alex and I can go to Milwaukee this weekend and I am sad.
Thursday June 11
Played 18 after work today because I am a fuck it all kinda guy. Kim invited Janine over for dinner. She made her good carrot/pasta dish and it reacted in an interesting way with the spicy vegetable juice I drank after coming off the course. Let’s just say there was a hot ring around my rosy. Alex and I helped Kim bring the last of the stuff and the class pets home for the year. She left a note for the summer school teacher on the Dri Erase board and we closed the door behind us.
Friday June 12
Stayed up late, fucking late last night writing but I am literally one detail away from finishing MOI. Alex had a game so we had a short family movie night. It was the creepy Star Trek the Next G when those crawdads attached themselves to the brains of Starfleet commanders. Alex was a little creeped out so I acted out a scenario where one of those creatures tried to clamp on to Cookie’s brain but it just kept sliding off her head because there’s nothing in there to latch on to…stupid fucking Chihuahua.
SATURDAY June 13
Rain. No Milwaukee trip but a great day screwing around – around the house. Worked on the bills, Alex went to Finn’s so Mrs. Posega and I had some quality alone time in the afternoon. Alex came back and the little family took in 4:30pm Saturday Mass. Kim got a wonderful letter from T today and we are overjoyed. Finn came later for a sleepover and I kept the boys up really fucking late watching Rocky IV. They both pretended to be two different Rockies fighting two different Dragos. At least they are beginning to grasp the concept of alternate realities. Great. We’ve got a coupla Philip K. Dicks on our hands. Bacon knocked in a coupla runs and that was exciting. Love that #15, the saltiest number of them all. Up late, late, late again reading and rearranging this instrumental thing in my head. Leaving for Sandwich to golf with Dennis S. @ 6:30 Sunday morning…
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