KLR

Ahhhh, I can't wait...

It excites me that baseball games have started. I would say that I love baseball but I think I really like it. More realistically, I love what it represents. I love that it means summer and outsideness and peanuts. Baseball just feels right. Soon enough we will be at Griffins machine pitch games and I can't wait.

In the busyness of life (may also be read as intestinal infestation), we missed two old friends from Pennsylvania over the weekend. Two guys that were college students at Penn State during our stint there were in town for a conference. And we missed them. And that makes me sad. And it made me miss them and State College and our friends and the pig farm and Faccia Luna and the girl that cut my hair there.

The bottom line is my guts ache because we don't have incredible wrestling 4 minutes away.

I think I can see it!

j

Happy Valentines Day!

I got in line at WalMarts 3:22 pm. I loaded my groceries and pulled away at 4:07 pm. What the #(%!@???? you might ask? Well the cashier was in no hurry, the gal in front of me had 5 separate orders and her husband had another, and there was no price tag on the little love day present I picked up for Griffin. Well why didn't you switch lines? I had unloaded my booty and thought it couldn't possibly take too much longer, there were two ladies behind me who had me jammed in and there was one (1) other lane open in the whole of the store.

So I learned a little about supressing anger and trying to be patient and not lash out at the sweet little lady behind me in the motorized cart with the matching leopard print fur hat and coat. And that that particular WalMarts doesn't have Valentines Day paper plates or napkins... at least I couldn't find them, their staff couldn't find them and that same staff wasn't all that crazy about helping me find them.

2/5/08

How in the world do you put words to this woman? The worlds most generous, compassionate, kind, loving, smart, beautiful, hilarious, faithful, witty, open, emotive, adventurous, passionate, imaginative, available, patient, crybaby (I know she's teary now) is having a birthday today and I love her.

Happy 28th Birthday Peggybelle!

I realize he isn't my usual type but I am loving this lately...

KLR

145 days til summer...

I used to think these things were pointless, a big waste of money and the gift you get someone who has everything including a drafty doorway. Today I am in the market for one. It is so daggone cold outside and I only know that because when I walk by the front door, my ankles freeze. Its either that or the little hole in the door from when we changed the door knob.

Things I Don't See Very Often

Cooper wearing a diaper anymore

Penn State wrestling

The ocean

Kristen Robbins

Bob Saget boring an audience

Amish people

The inside of any seafood restaurant

Non cartoon programming

The losing side of Pop-a-Shot

The pregnant lady smoking a cigarette behind me at the gas station yesterday

MLK

Guest Blogger

Here's a word that sounds the opposite of what it's hoping to convey:
classy
Here's a word that sounds sexier than it actually is:
barium
Here's something that always looks way better than it actually tastes:
Sbarro pizza
Here's a noise that gets more and more annoying the longer you hear it:
snapping fingers
Here is a great way to end a blog post guest written by a saucy young person:

It just so happens that Peggy and I used to work for this guy. We'll see you in 5 to 10.

Just because I think she is cute holding her balloon...

O - H

My brain feels a little like a deck of cards. 52 thoughts and some jokers all shuffled together that rarely get sorted or acknowledged. How often do we really play with a deck of cards? Every once in a while friends come over and we play some euchre with half the deck (the Murphy's remain unbeaten in '08). So often my mind is filled with things and ideas and memories I want to share or remember and within an instant the cards get shuffled and confused. Often the house of cards in my head collapses like the Brady Bunch boys made it and leads to complete chaos in between my ears.

I wonder how sort the deck. So much so that I don't even know how to think this through even further. So much so that it takes a 40 minutes to write a single post because I can't figure out what I mean and insecurity takes over. I don't how to relax. I know how to waste time but I don't know how or what I need to do to calm the brain and have a complete thought. How do thoughts get retrieved or better yet not lost in the first place? Maybe in '08 I should take a creative writing class or a journaling class or a how to spend my time class or a scrapbooking class or a class from Kevin Trudeau or a Latin dance class.

Merry

Christmas!!!

Our daughters namesake...

j

Out for the season...and it hurts me.

Opening night!!

Christmas is coming, the rat is getting fat...?