My fantasy baseball season is being derailed almost before it begins. Injuries to Hanley Ramirez, Josh Hamilton, Ryan Doumit, & Carlos Delgado have left me scrambling for potential replacements... wonder if I can petition for more spots for the Disabled List...
A late afternoon Guinness in an icy glass is hard to beat.
When somebody thinks they know everything, it sure is hard to tell them otherwise. Man, I've tried. :)
TheBean is off on a cruise next week with TheWeez & a couple of other friends, meaning me, Pasty, & theJoey are bachelor-ing it. I'm totally confident that we'll make it just fine, but I must confess I'm now doing what I can to scope out the fast-food options available in case my cooking ideas (read: microwaved pizzas & canned soups,) get too boring.
We'll be hitting the movie THEE-ate-er at least once as well. X-Men Origins. Definitely.
Being without theBean for the week raises the question: why does it make me feel all hollow inside to think of being here without her? Is it just the missing of my One True love, or is it a Neediness that gets exposed when she's not around for me to lean on? Hmmmm. I wonders...
I wish my kids had the opportunity to watch Joe Montana play football. The closest I think I'll get is Tom Brady. Sigh.
No Line On The Horizon is my favorite U2 album since Joshua Tree. Time will tell where it ranks all time. I start everyday of work listening through it. Love it.