Home Sweet Home Run
This entry was posted on 8/12/2011 12:46 PM and is filed under blather, Family Fun, Kids.
My endless weeks of travel have finally come to an end, rendering this sentence incomprehensible.
Whatever. I have this weird sinus thing that's been going on in my head since I left Manhattan. It started out as a floaty, light headedness that never progressed to pain, but instead migrated into my chest for a week of congestion that made my back ache due to the strenuousness of trying to breathe. You with me?
I spent my time in Denver hopped up on Dayquill and sudaphed. And wine. Lots of wine. Oh, and bloody Marys. I do like my bloody Marys.
But now I'm home and I have no plans to vacate the premises until I have to, sometime in October, when I'm going back to Sodak to take out all my aggression on some unsuspecting pheasants.
I said 'pheasants' not 'peasants'. Calm down, all you hypersensitive libs out there.
Yeah, I know you're there; skulking in the shadows, wishing with all your dried up little hearts that you had the balls to just attack like the hooligans in London.
How else ya gonna get that 50" screen you've been dreaming of?
"Talent? Perseverance? Hard work?" suggested the Genie.
from The X-Files, episode 7:21, Je Souhaite.
I got home Sunday afternoon and wanted nothing but to crash and get back into my groove.
Then Pam called with Twin's tickets.
We went to Monday night's game with some of our daughters and met up with our niece Sara as well.
The Twins played okay and held on for seven innings against the Red Sox but even a homerun from Kubel wasn't enough to keep those boston boys from taking our win.
So what? We had Kramarczuk brats, red wine and a view of the game and downtown that was to die for. The sun was setting behind us and a lovely breeze kept us comfortable up in the very top row over left field. I loved it.
The big news of the week is that Ty and Megan are expecting my first grandchild next spring. You can start calling me and Jay "Gramma and Grampa" any time you like.
Having cast my eye over the family trees from which this child springs, I have no hesitation in stating that I fully expect it to be the greatest human being yet born to mere mortals.
No, I don't think I'm biased at all.
