Summertime..and the losing is easy...

I am not having any luck with my fantasy teams. My FOX Fantasy team is a sieve, with roster holes so huge, I can only see 5th place with a high-powered telescope. I am seeing red, as in crosses, by name like Torii Hunter, Jake Peavy, Ted Lilly and Scott Rolen, just to name a few. And let's not even talk about the ESPN Best Ball Challenge. With apologies to "Sonny with a Chance," my team name should be "Loser Force 4."

I can only hope, that with Tom Brady's return, that my fantasy football team will be a force to be reckoned with.


Benched...Singin' the 15-Day DL Blues


Jake Peavy, Padres pitcher/lead vocalist;

Carlos Beltran, Mets center fielder/lead guitar;

and last but not least: Raul Ibanez, Phillies left fielder on drums

Get Well Soon....PLEASE!!!!!


Bugged...or WHACK to nature

Here in my little corner of the world, we have had an abnormally cold spring. Somehow this hasn't slowed the proliferation of insects from making themselves at home in my home. A black ant was crawling on my neck one night last week as I slept. I grabbed it and threw it against the wall. CSI, with the "I" standing for insect, occurred the next morning. At least it wasn't a black widow.

A wasp stung me and I still have the evidence on my wrist. Then the worst moment so far for this ant-whacker... my toddler son walks up to me, his chubby fist encasing some new treasure. It turned out to be a half-dead box elder bug. Just typing the words gives me the creeps. The mosquitoes with their GPS systems set for a direct hit on me, haven't discovered me...yet. It's only a matter of time.




You may have tangible wealth untold;
Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.
Richer than I you can never be --
I had a mother who read to me.
-- Strickland Gillilan (1869-1954)


God made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He moulded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.


Bonne Saint Valentin!!!

From 1 Corinthians 13 (New King James Version)

Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I have become sounding brass or a clanging cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, but have not love, it profits me nothing.

Love suffers long and is kind; love does not envy; love does not parade itself, is not puffed up; does not behave rudely, does not seek its own, is not provoked, thinks no evil; does not rejoice in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails.

But whether there are prophecies, they will fail; whether there are tongues, they will cease; whether there is knowledge, it will vanish away. For we know in part and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect has come, then that which is in part will be done away. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known. And now abide faith, hope, love, these three; but the greatest of these is love.



Commenting on the following editorial by Joel Stein of the LA Times:

It seems the celebrities are falling all over themselves to be among those making "presidential pledges." Some promise to 'smile more'; others to 'laugh more.' Alyssa Milano wants to 'be the voice for those who have no voice.' Were they asked to expain themselves further, one wonders how long these people would keep blathering on.

Perhaps, if some of the celebrities talked less, the air quality conditions in California would improve dramatically


"Always Kiss Me Goodnight"

Here is the poem that inspired the plaques you see everywhere:

The Art of Marriage by Wilfred Arlan Peterson

Happiness in marriage is not something that just happens.
A good marriage must be created.
In the Art of Marriage, the little things are the big things:
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say “I Love You” at least once every day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is at no time taking the other for granted; the courtship should not end
with this day, it should continue through all the years.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is doing things for each other, not in the attitude of duty or sacrifice,
but in the spirit of joy.

It is speaking words of appreciation, and demonstrating gratitude in thoughtful ways.
It is not looking for perfection in each other.
It is cultivating flexibility, patience, understanding, and a sense of humour.
It is having the capacity to forgive and forget.
It is giving each other an atmosphere in which each can grow.
It is a common search for the good and the beautiful.
It is establishing a relationship in which the independence is equal,
dependance is mutual, and the obligation is reciprocal.
It is not only marrying the right partner, it is being the right partner