Catch a tiger by the meat

Not like that, you perv.

I went to Donuts with Dads (basically Dad's are invited in to spend the morning with their kindergartners) a few weeks ago with my 5 year old who quite obviously got some of his old man's humor.

One of our assignments that morning was putting together a book of some of the
stuff that worms eat.

Among the pages of the book that had egg shells and
bananas they also had "no-meat". Lucas decided that the picture that the
page for "no-meat" should be a worm looking at a tiger (obviously tigers
are made out of meat) and saying "yuk" (sic).

I'm just so damned proud.

Bracket Busted

Well I am not sure about you but my bracket is the ugliest thing I have seen since I got this really nasty blood blister on my foot. The dreaded 15/2 matchup this year has been the death of it, and mostly because I had one of those teams winning the whole thing. IDIOT. Let this be a lesson not to let your home team allegiance blind you from reality.

Yes I am waaaay too optimistic

Not only does it suck when your champ is out early because you are more than likely out of the running for any type of monetary reward or pants credit. But it sucks from a viewing perspective also. I am past the days of watching sports just to watch sports. I just can't. With the addition of kids, there are practices, games, dance classes, & other stuff to do on the weekend. Oh and my wife gets super ticked off. So when I get to sit down and actually watch a sporting event, I need to have some sort of stake in there. The stake is emotional only because gambling is illegal at Bushwood.

Don't get me wrong I really like watching the tournament and think its great to see the lesser known schools "over-achieve," but right now I am at the point of saying F it. Really the only thing that may keep me going is the interest in watching Kansas lose to whoever plays them, but the longer they make it in the tournament, the more I fall down into a sports depression.

So, I guess good luck to those of you that are still emotionally invested in this Tournament. Except if you are a Kansas fan.

Baseball needs to start soon.

Choices

Life is all about choices. The biggest choice is with whom you are going to spend that choice-filled life. That particular choice isn't easy, but hopefully you get it right.

Often you'll have other choices to make. Sometimes your mate will, too. Like when she is picking up beer, and she can't decide what kind to get you. She thinks you'd like the Hemp Hop Rye, so she puts that in the cart.

Then she remembers that she also likes it, and decides to pick up the 5 Day IPA to make sure there is enough for the both of you.

Then she's not sure you like the IPA, so she picks up some Gold just to make sure she's covered.

Then she gets home to show you what she's done, and you realize that you both made the right choice.