Uh, March is over. It's about time! March was always a bad month for me. Doldrums. I seem to always get burnt out, dumped, pulled over, heartbroken, or some other unbelievable stuff hits me in March. For me, it's usually the least wonderful time of the year. I suppose March still has 13 hours and 48 minutes to wreak havoc in my life, but I'll be glad when it's over.
April is always a big month. Sometimes, it's for legit reasons, and sometimes not. You decide...
This April marks the end of year TEN in the Grace FBL. That's the Grace "Fantasy Basketball League" that was started in Jason Knavel's dorm room way back in the fall of 1994. One might say it is "Unbeevable" for a league to last this long. Even less probable is the littany of "almost successes" that I have had in this league. My team, the "Village Idiots," has finished SECOND place SEVEN times! I do take solace in the fact that I have won two championship trophies (yes, we have trophies, and they are classic), and that even when I am runner-up at least TEN of my friends are looking up at me in the standings. Though I am not a trash talker by nature, I do like to win, and I do enjoy following the NBA.
Anyway, April 14th marks the end of year 10. And, to nobody's suprise, I enter the last three weeks of the season in second place. Will I catch Dave Pacheco and halt his quest for a second championship? Will I be the first FBL owner to gain that elusive third title? If you care, that issue seems to be up to Elton Brand, Amare Stoudemire, and Stephon Marbury. Pacheco has become a force to be reckoned with, especially when a guy lands Dirk Nowitzki for absolutely nothing. Dude should be prosecuted on that one. Okay, enough FBL-speak - needless to say, April is a big month.
Let's return to "news that matters in the grand scheme of things"
Well, we're headed to Chicago in a few weeks to see Jennie's family and to take a shower. I plan to take several during our trip, actually. Why do they call them "baby showers"? Ours is a complex world.
At left is Okka-Linn Holzmann, the brand-new daughter of my Grace friends Hans & Sigrid Holzmann, born Saturday - in Germany. It is great to live in a time when my friends in Germany can just send a picture instantly to my computer, and now I can introduce you to Okka-Linn. I wonder if she'll ever meet Allison. We'd love to go to Germany sometime, of course! "Ich esse mittaq mid dein deutzchen!"
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Dad's Boot camp?
Last night, I went to "Dad's Boot Camp" at Babies-R-Us. They offer these free seminars to future Dads, hoping to prepare us for our impending doom. Well, I did get some more free stuff, and snarfed on some Cool Ranch Doritos. "Cool Ranch" are my favorite!
Saturday night, I killed a rabbit. I promise you that it wasn't on purpose. Jennie and I were on our way home from seeing "The Passion of the Christ," and three rabbits ran across the road in an apparent attempt to intimidate us off the road. I tried to miss them - and I did miss 2 out of 3. Not bad!
Of course there's still this sinking feeling that "I'm the heartless jerk who ran over a rabbit the other day." Please don't bring it up.
My mom loves rabbits, and has dozens of bunnies in all shapes and sizes. Not real ones, mind you. "Mind you?" "No, actually, I don't mind. She can have all the rabbits she wants." Allison is destined to love bunnies, buckeyes, and e-bay. We are currently in the bidding for two really cute Ohio State outfits on E-bay. Can you register there?
We spent Monday night at the hospital (again). Not what you think, though - this was for our pregnancy class. There were a bunch of women in labor (class grads) who provided some nice sound effects for our tour of the labor & delivery floor. We got to hear one woman actually give birth down the hall, and she sounded quite distressed, for crying out loud. Apparently, this was our "reality" pregnancy class. Jennie wonders if she'll make lots of crazy noises like that, and I hope so.
The best part of doing a journal online is how every few minutes, my wife goes, "Honey! You can't write that!"
You know, she's right.
Saturday night, I killed a rabbit. I promise you that it wasn't on purpose. Jennie and I were on our way home from seeing "The Passion of the Christ," and three rabbits ran across the road in an apparent attempt to intimidate us off the road. I tried to miss them - and I did miss 2 out of 3. Not bad!
Of course there's still this sinking feeling that "I'm the heartless jerk who ran over a rabbit the other day." Please don't bring it up.
My mom loves rabbits, and has dozens of bunnies in all shapes and sizes. Not real ones, mind you. "Mind you?" "No, actually, I don't mind. She can have all the rabbits she wants." Allison is destined to love bunnies, buckeyes, and e-bay. We are currently in the bidding for two really cute Ohio State outfits on E-bay. Can you register there?
We spent Monday night at the hospital (again). Not what you think, though - this was for our pregnancy class. There were a bunch of women in labor (class grads) who provided some nice sound effects for our tour of the labor & delivery floor. We got to hear one woman actually give birth down the hall, and she sounded quite distressed, for crying out loud. Apparently, this was our "reality" pregnancy class. Jennie wonders if she'll make lots of crazy noises like that, and I hope so.
The best part of doing a journal online is how every few minutes, my wife goes, "Honey! You can't write that!"
You know, she's right.
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