Gray Hair

I know I'm not getting any younger, it's obvious. One of the most visible signs is my gray hair, let's not even get into the thinning and receding. I've got gray hair all in my beard and my sideburns. The Kid says "Just like Papa." Now I have found a gray hair in my nose! It's bad enough having a hairy Italian nose that I need to trim to keep in line, now their growing in gray! I guess it could be worse it could have been a gray hair growing on the outside of my nose. When that happens I'm calling the nursing home.

Languishing.

Languishing. That is what the CEO said about my blog and she is right, it has been languishing, I haven't been giving it enough attention. I think the good thing about that comment is that it shows that she likes to read my blog, I don't want to loose a loyal reader, so I need to have a routine for posting. It seems like I don't post because I don't have time, or this is what I tell myself. This simply is not true. If I analyze my day there are plenty of hours that are just wasted. The problem is, I enjoy the wasting of time during these hours. What I really want is a longer day. Well maybe not really.

Things that just shouldn't be.

You may be asking yourself what is this. Well, it is a diaper (unsoiled) and currently it is our method of choice for keeping the mud room door closed. Although, it did just fall off and hasn't been replaced yet. Perhaps it will find its way back up there. Or perhaps I may someday fix the door and install a proper knob.

These are the CEO's toy horses from her childhood and they are tucked away in the closet. You can see from the cobwebs how often they are cleaned, played with etc...Nice.

This is a fridge magnet cowboy that I've had since I was probably about eight. Once I thought I dropped it out the car window and both I and my little sister started to cry. Hers was more of a sympathy cry for my sake. This little thing is around thirty years old. I just recently found it on top of the clothes dryer. Apparently he just was washed. How and why has this little thing remained with me for thirty something years?

T-Ball the good and the bad.

I don't know.......
I just don't know.....
I'm tired damn it!
I need a walk just as bad as the dogs but I'll probably clean the kitchen and eat some ice cream instead.

So we are coaching T-ball. I don't think we'll do that again, it is just too much work. I'm actually really enjoying my time with the kids but getting involved in the league, not so much. We've got fund raising (candy sales, plant sales) and we have to work the snack shack. Enough already, I can barely manage coaching, why throw all this other crap at us! The Kid is doing great, she's really smacking the ball and she's got a pretty good throw too. The Z of course does her best impression and I think she may be as fast as some of the kids on our team when it comes to running the bases. Although I complain about the coaching I think it has been a good experience. Maybe I'll assistant coach some of her teams in the future. We'll see.