Fatlips, Farts, and F-Bombs.....

Hey Lifers, welcome back. I know it's been awhile so lets get right to it.

We finished up the baseball All-Star season here at the Palace. The boy really loved playing toward the end of the season and was a little disappointed that it had to end. This even after he took a pop fly off his grill that left him looking like this.

He was pretty tough about it though, and only cried a little bit even with a lot of blood. I think it hurt me and his mom just as much as it hurt him. 

Speaking of getting hurt. I learned recently that you are not allowed to fart in Target. Not that I would or anything, and I'm still sticking to my theory that it was one of the clowns and they just didn't want to confess. But once the DW caught wind of it you would have thought we were caught spray painting nudie pictures in the school hallway. Not that I'd do that either, but man did we receive a stern talking to. Apparently those types of shenanigans should be saved for Wall-Mart, not Target. Who knew? It didn't really matter to me because I just wanted to get  home and watch the Notre Dame game anyway.

Speaking of Notre Dame, yes we're only four games in and already I'm filled with disappointment. I mentioned on the eve of the season, on Facebook, that it was because of my uncle that I was such a big fan of the Fighting Irish, so I should probably blame him for my Facebook tirade after the loss to Michigan right? Yeeeaaah, I had one of those moments when a "friend" posted something about Michigan won, and blah, blah, blah, BS, BS, BS. And I may have snapped a bit with a few F-bombs, insulted his mom, called his dad a cross dresser and threatened to burn his house down. OK, I didn't really go that far, but it wasn't one of my better moments. 

Speaking of not one of my better moments. In an effort to lose a little weight and get back into shape, I've been doing a little running and stretching in the last couple of weeks. Nothing to extreme, but you have to start somewhere right? So this morning as I was stretching my legs, I pulled something in my upper calf and have been in pain all day. Now I ask you, who hurts themselves stretching? I mean aren't you supposed to pull something while your exercising? Bench pressing 400 pounds or legging out the last mile of your 15 bizzillion k? Not getting ready to. And here's the thing, I wasn't even getting ready to do anything, I was just stretching to stretch. WTH?

 

All in a Day in the Life....