We're watching the final of I Survived A Japanese Game Show, and we just saw a trailer for that new movie, Mirrors. Heidi: "That SO does not have Chris's name written all over it." Nope.
What happened to pitchers who could consistently go at least 6-7 innings? ESPECIALLY in this age of the 5-man rotation, why do we see so many pitchers get the hook in the 4th inning?
Speaking of baseball, I'm loving the Sox, by the way...NO, not THOSE Sox, the GOOD Sox, the White Sox. Currently holding a razor-thin lead in the AL Central (actually, they're tied with the Twins, but they have a .555 winning percentage to Minnesota's .554, so they're the "leader"), they have a good lineup and can definitely go all the way.
I got word yesterday that next Friday, August 15th, will be my last day at my current job. I have some leads on some new spots and I have a phone interview tomorrow, but until I have a new job in hand...well, let's just say I'm a bit under the gun. Nothing like a hard deadline to provide a little motivation.
Fortunately, I'm also about to take the plunge into the wild and woolly world of football officiating. Long-time readers know (OK, you might NOT know) that I umpired baseball for 7 years, at every level from T-ball to college, so officiating is no new thing for me. I haven't done tackle football before, so it is new from that standpoint. However, I'm also a pretty good official, one of those odd party-trick-type talents that everyone has. You know, some people can roll their tongue, others are double-jointed, some can down a fifth of Scotch in 5 seconds...me, I'm good at officiating sports. The best part is, sports officiating actually pays money.
Owen is SO big now! He's walking regularly on his own now, of course, though that's relatively new. He's also expressing himself more, being more willful...and more dramatic. It appears he's going to have the worst of his father's and mother's dramatic temper. (As Master Yoda says, "Need THAT, you do not.") It is incredible to see him progressing, and he seems to be making more progress every day. Just the other day, in fact, he did something for me that he had apparently not even done for Heidi. (NOTE: those are few and far between, so I have to enjoy them when I get them.) I asked him, "Where's your belly?" And he immediately grinned broadly at me and pointed right to his belly! He loves using his fork, and he desperately tries to do things on his own, without our help. We still spear his food on his fork, but then he takes it and puts it in his mouth. He can even occasionally put the food on the fork himself. What a great little guy.
Well, time for bed...I have to get up early again tomorrow so I can catch the 6:15 bus to work. Thanks for reading along.
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