Cookie is the man!

Mini me, who's nickname has become Cookie based on a football incident involving his helmet and a bag of chocolate chip cookies, was the man at our game Monday. He smoked a double to right, and played flawlessly at second base, getting three put outs.

One of our best players, "the flash", was seriously injured in a car wreck Friday night and is out for the season, but it could have been worse. So much worse. He's young and resilient, and he'll get well and life will go on. Unfortunately, from a baseball standpoint, he was our catcher, and run after run scored when we couldn't find anyone who can catch a pitched ball. In the great scheme of things, a minor set back, but we really need to get a win for the kids, who've been working so hard since March. The coaches could use a win too. We play again Thursday, and then twice next week, and we'll continue to work hard to get better.

The raffle was relatively successful, raising $1800 toward the new concession stand, and the grand prize winner donated the $650 back to Summer Rec. They'll use it to stock the concession stand for the rest of the summer.

I remain the BIG FAT LOSER, and am too busy to care about my weight right now. We're going to put in a new front door this weekend, and hopefully finish up the last of the painting, in anticipation of our eminent "George Bush" flooring installation.

mi vida loca

My crazy life, indeed. The princess turns 7 tomorrow, and so we're (the boss, mostly) prepping for that. Mini me's baseball is in full gear...we're 0-2...not hitting at all....Soccer's final fling is this Saturday, and on top of all that, the raffle I started to pay for the new concession stand comes to it's end Saturday, during "opening day" ceremonies for baseball. Even though we've played a couple games, we're going to have a big deal to welcome the season, with inflatables, player intros, the whole nine yards. HRD continues, with #1 son continuing to build on his Wisconsin success.

There has been no action health-wise. I'm not exercising, I'm drinking too much, and I'm eating junk. But at least I've got brutal self evaluation to keep me warm at night.