Thursday, January 27, 2005

early afternoon

Ewww, I Touched a Worm

What is it about dogs and their need to rub their face into gross things outside?  My perfectly clean pup found a worm (worms give me the willies, even though my girlie will rescue them after the rain) and started rubbing her face in it.  I had to (ick) take it off her face.  It was dead, but I threw it in a puddle and maybe it’ll reconstitute itself or something.  Maybe it’ll become something useful, like a landscaped yard with grass.  A girl can dream…

This is the cute face that had a WORM on it. 

Here’s my rant for the day—single roll toilet paper.  Why?  I feel as though I’m spending all of my time changing rolls, instead of reading Entertainment Weekly.  Must remember, never ever buy single rolls again, even if they’re on sale.  Cottonelle Double Rolls, a must in every bathroom.  And not those super thick ones either, unless you only want to use just one square.

A pet peeve—not being able to edit comments in someone else’s blog.  I have typo issues.  I can’t help it.  It makes me cringe in shame to see the typos hang around for all of eternity with my name attached to them.

the wee hours

Bullpen Buddy - Pitching Practice Made Fun and Easy

Bullpen Buddy

Spring is almost around the corner.  It’s time to start warming up your pitching arm.  So, you’re a little wild and no one wants to stand in the batter’s box when you’re practicing?  Well, now there’s a solution.  The inflatable Bullpen Buddy is brave and if you hit him in the head, he doesn’t care.  And when it’s dark outside and you’re tired of pitching, take your Bullpen Buddy into your room, just because he looks cool.  You know your friends will want one, but you’ll have him.  Ha!

I wish he’d existed when I was a kid.  Sheesh, no Big Wheels or Bullpen Buddies.  I vehemently protest the year of my birth.  Still, one of my favorite gloves (remind me to tell you of my glorious sporting youth) is still around.  I loved my Wilson A2000 XXL, but since that no longer seems to exist, check out the next best thing, the Wilson A2000 LT Pro Stock 11.75 Inch Baseball Pitcher Glove

You’re probably wondering why I’m writing about this, but someday, when I’m organized, my life history will unfold and it will all make sense.

the wee hours

Still Figuring Things Out Here

I can’t decide how personal I want to make this site.  It’s clearly become political, even though that wasn’t particularly my intention.  I guess I’d have to have my head in the sand to not feel one way or the other about who’s in office.  I was thinking that I was going to chat mildly about The Amazing Race, my love of TiVo, how the Starbucks employees cheer me, even if they do work at a “chain”, our lousy weather the past year, why 40 is just a number.  A kinda big number.

I figured I’d write about the cute things the pets did (hey, I don’t have a baby, so I can’t write about li’l Flippy Jr.‘s first uttering of “Mom”), the annoying things they did, the outrageous amounts of money they cost at the vet, etc.

Since I don’t have any readers yet, it’s not something I need to overly worry about.  But I do, Blanche, I do.  I have all these ideas, yet they keep getting stuck in my head.  Stuck, stuck, stuck.