It was another exciting night at the Functionally ReTodded Ranch. 1doh kept getting up citing hunger/thirst/bad dreams, 2doh started crying around midnight thirty or so (requiring my attention), but 3doh is doing great. He ate at 12:15 or so and slept (on my wife unfortunately) until 4:45am. Not bad at all. We just need to work on his need to sleep on someone. LOL
Not much is going on this week, other than GBD’s birfday tomorrow. I don’t know what to get her, although she claims we’re good since getting the video camera. We’ll see if that’s really true or not.
1Doh is in cheerleading/baton/ballerina camp this week, which is quite fun, except when she gets home she can’t show us anything, as she “doesn’t remember what we did.”
We had an AWESOME dinner last night courtesy of Mrs. Superios. It gets a five out of five plates on the FRT gorge yourself rating scale.
The all-star game went largely unwatched by me, excluding watching the pregame with Willie Mays and hearing today that Tony LaRussa didn’t play his own player, Albert Pujols. Maybe he was afraid that a guy named POO HOLES might get mobbed and killed or worse in a town like San Francisco.
And what else is in the news today. Let’s see…
Oh, Nicole Richie is getting a trial for her 2nd DUI in a year since she plead not guilty. The tough thing about that is that she confessed being high on pot and pills to the cops when she got popped. Why does that warrant a trial again exactly?
Barry Bonds is continuing his assault on Hank Aaron’s home run record. He can break it by fifty for all I care. Hit a fucking thousand home runs, you dick.
See, Barry has been a horse cock for his entire career. He’s treated everyone along the way like shit, even making Jeff Kent, a quiet and great clubhouse gu, freak out and take swings at him.
Barry has demanded special treatment for years too. Two lockers, a big screen tv at his locker(s) that only he can watch, some ridiculous ass big leather recliner, the team paying for his (traveling) personal trainer, etc.
Oh, and that personal trainer? None other than Greg “The Mule” Anderson. You know, the guy who did time rather than perjure himself when asked about Barry doing roids/HGH/etc.
Recently, Barry’s tried to be all sweet and huggy with the media and everyone else. But I for one am not buying it, if for no other reason than I remember the previous 18 years of Barry being Barry.
We could get lucky though. Let’s say he hits a ball a ton to tie Aaron, but while rounding the bases, all the roids and HGH take their toll and his gargantuan bulbous cranium explodes and he drops dead.
Hmmmm….
What say you?