Random (and I do mean random) Thoughts
I heard something recently that at first made me laugh, and then made me go, "Yeah, you know, that's kinda dead-on."
Families are like brownies...mostly sweet but with a few nuts here and there.
Mostly, we are able to laugh about our nuts, but sometimes they cause us heartache. In that case, I think it's best to just try to remember that everyone has some nuts tucked away in their closets.
But enough about nuts.
Ahhh, Rick Ankiel. We hardly knew ya. Again.
M gets quite defensive about our newest Cardinal golden boy. I don't know what to think yet. I'd like to believe the guy got where he is today by good old fashioned hard work and perseverance, but who knows. I used to think Big Mac was a true baseball icon, until, "I'm not here to talk about the past today." Bonds is practically already in the HoF, even though we all know that he's as guilty as O.J. Baseball is quickly losing ground again, which is a shame given how long it took (and what it took, with a homerun race between Corky and McRoid) to come back from the strike so long ago. It's a game, people. A game. Perhaps if there weren't millions at stake, the players wouldn't feel so pressured to pollute their bodies in an effort to play better.
Sorry for no post earlier...was busy at work re-doing a bunch of the retail shelves. It's a dirty job (literally...I was covered in dust by the time I was done), but well worth the effort. And it's good to get out from behind the desk every once in awhile.
That combined with the fact that I've been going virtually non-stop since 5:15 this morning means I'm tired. As M would say, "Put a fork in me...I'm done." Yawn.
M, on the other hand, spent most of his day on a sand volleyball court, playing in the annual APC company-wide volleyball tournament. Yes, his job really does just keep getting better and better. The boy got paid today to eat barbecue and play volleyball. His team was called The Airheads, which I think is just hilarious. He even got a t-shirt out of the deal, which is orange and has the Airheads logo. Very cool. This was the first time he played ball since the shoulder got cut on, and he's doing fine tonight, so praise be to Dr. Rothrock for fixin' him right up.
It's raining, I'm tired...it's time for me to relax and, soon, call it a night.
Families are like brownies...mostly sweet but with a few nuts here and there.
Mostly, we are able to laugh about our nuts, but sometimes they cause us heartache. In that case, I think it's best to just try to remember that everyone has some nuts tucked away in their closets.
But enough about nuts.
Ahhh, Rick Ankiel. We hardly knew ya. Again.
M gets quite defensive about our newest Cardinal golden boy. I don't know what to think yet. I'd like to believe the guy got where he is today by good old fashioned hard work and perseverance, but who knows. I used to think Big Mac was a true baseball icon, until, "I'm not here to talk about the past today." Bonds is practically already in the HoF, even though we all know that he's as guilty as O.J. Baseball is quickly losing ground again, which is a shame given how long it took (and what it took, with a homerun race between Corky and McRoid) to come back from the strike so long ago. It's a game, people. A game. Perhaps if there weren't millions at stake, the players wouldn't feel so pressured to pollute their bodies in an effort to play better.
Sorry for no post earlier...was busy at work re-doing a bunch of the retail shelves. It's a dirty job (literally...I was covered in dust by the time I was done), but well worth the effort. And it's good to get out from behind the desk every once in awhile.
That combined with the fact that I've been going virtually non-stop since 5:15 this morning means I'm tired. As M would say, "Put a fork in me...I'm done." Yawn.
M, on the other hand, spent most of his day on a sand volleyball court, playing in the annual APC company-wide volleyball tournament. Yes, his job really does just keep getting better and better. The boy got paid today to eat barbecue and play volleyball. His team was called The Airheads, which I think is just hilarious. He even got a t-shirt out of the deal, which is orange and has the Airheads logo. Very cool. This was the first time he played ball since the shoulder got cut on, and he's doing fine tonight, so praise be to Dr. Rothrock for fixin' him right up.
It's raining, I'm tired...it's time for me to relax and, soon, call it a night.
posted by Amy at 7:53 PM
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