We have been watching a lot of baseball lately. Specifically, the Tigers. I was up way too late last night watching them ruin a perfectly good lead, give up a home run to tie the game, score two runs (Polanco hit two homers in ONE game) in the 14th inning. And they still managed to lose the game. Fourteen innings, people. I didn’t go to bed until after 1 am. I am starting to care way too much about this game. I mean, I find myself sitting down next to Mike to watch the game with him (gotta compromise to get that quality time in), and then when he falls asleep shortly after I sit down, I keep watching the game. Because I CARE. Oh well, Mike is happy about that. It only took 10 years to get me interested.

I told Mike the other day that it was going to rain. I hadn’t checked the weather. I just knew. Sure enough, it rained the next morning. Wanna know how I knew? No, I’m not part bovine as Mike suggested (just kidding). Apparently cows know when it’s gonna rain too. It’s the osteoarthritis I have in my knees. I’ve had it for years but didn’t know that’s what it was. Just thought it was normal to have pain in the knees. Well lately they’ve been hurting a lot. Of course it only rained that once, so my forecasting skills aren’t ready for the 6:00 news or anything. Not sure why they are hurting, but I’m sure if I get back into exercising (that’s funny, as if I was ever “into” exercising) then they wouldn’t hurt as much over time. It’s worth a shot.

Luke has two teeth. Total. Two teeth. Fourteen months old. Of course we’ve started brushing them. I hadn’t really made it a priority (you know, cuz there are TWO) but then I noticed he was starting to get really bad breath. Gross, I know. But he brushes twice a day now so the odor is under control. And he loves to brush his teeth. That’s more than I can say for his momma.

I have great friends. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. Not just great friends, Fabulous Friends. I can’t even say how fabulous. I just don’t know the words. Let’s consult the thesaurus. How about astonishing, astounding, fantastic, fantastical, incredible, marvelous, miraculous, phenomenal, prodigious, stupendous, unbelievable, wonderful, wondrous? So remarkable as to elicit disbelief. Seriously. I do not deserve such love. Friends, you know who you are.

What can I say? Life is full, full indeed. I hope you are all well. If you are not, I hope you can muster a smile. If a smile doesn’t work for you, try bustin’ a move when no one is looking. Then I dare you not to smile

When using a papercutter, I find it helpful to dip with the knees when you bring down the blade. Just try it, I think you’ll find it a rather whimsical experience, sure to bring a smile to your face.

Happy Pi Approximation Day, everyone! It’s the 22nd of July, or 22/7, which equals 3.14, which as we ALL know, is Pi. I hope you went out and celebrated the wonderfulness of Pi. I hope all your purchases cost $3.14 (Unless it was for coffee, which is just an outrageous price to pay for coffee. Of course.)

Keep your calendars marked for the next geeky holiday.the only one really worth remembering because it’s my and my hubby’s birthday): 3/3/09 - Square Root Day!

Oh, and for a good laugh, check out the rest of the Geek Holidays at Wikipedia. No Pants Day could be fun. We could all frizz our hair out and walk around like troll dolls. Of course that’s probably only funny if you’ve heard Jimmy Fallon’s Seinfeld impression. “He doesn’t have any pants on! What’s the deal with that? NO pants! You get the doll. You don’t get the pants!”

Ok, never mind.

I am not one of those people that saves every empty margarine or yogurt container to reuse again and again. We have plenty of GladWare and Tupperware in our cupboards for our food storage needs. Mike, on the other hand, is one of those people. He sees no need to throw away a perfectly good plastic container. It irks me a bit. He knows this.

Monday night I asked him to package up the leftovers from dinner so I could take it to work with me and eat it for lunch the next day. Now keep in mind that Mike is a stay-at-home-dad now and he is in charge of the kitchen. So I was not surprised to open the fridge Tuesday morning and find my lunch packed lovingly into an old sherbet container. I really didn’t think much of it but I think Mike was chuckling to himself about it all day, because he asked me that night how I liked the container he chose for the leftovers. I think he pictured me sulking as I walked into the office, sheepishly carrying my ghettoware under my arm and hiding it in the back corner of the community refrigerator. At least he didn’t write my name on it with a permanent marker in big bold letters. “MINDY’S LUNCH.” Now, that would be ghetto.

Seriously, if I hear one more person say “I seen that” I will surely flip my lid. I mean I’m not a total grammar snob because I make mistakes too, and honestly there are just some things I don’t care about (like commas and run-on sentences, for instance), but that’s one of the basics in my opinion. Wouldn’t you agree?

The sad thing is that I last heard it coming from the lips of an IRS auditor. I didn’t think it was possible, but my confidence in the Internal Revenue Service has reached a new low.

I’m pretty sure God celebrates Father’s Day, which only makes sense because he is like the ultimate father. We were driving home from my Dad’s house tonight and we saw what looked like lightning in the distance, but I’m pretty sure that it was a strobe light and God was just partying up in the clouds. In fact, we saw a cloud that looked just like Jesus so I’m positive He was up there celebrating. Celebrating with cloud sculptures and strobe lights. And perhaps a little bit of bowling.

We had a tornado warning in our county, and I know it didn’t touch down in our neighborhood but it sure looks like it. Trees everywhere, just ripped up from the ground, roots and all. We’ve been without power since around 4 pm yesterday. It’s tough not being able to just shirk all my duties and veg in front of the television. Instead I had to fold laundry, and that was after the two hour nap. I couldn’t even blog, all I could do was play Burger Shop on my laptop until the battery died. It’s rough, I tell ya.

I wore a skirt to work today, on account of the “After Memorial Day” rule. Between Memorial Day and Labor Day ladies here are allowed to go sans nylons and wear open toed shoes. (I guess the guys could wear open-toed shoes too, but you just don’t see a lot of men’s open toed dress shoes. I guess there isn’t much of a market for it.) When the “After Memorial Day” rule is not in effect, I wear dress slacks with trouser socks. I could wear a skirt but I would have to wear nylons because, well, trouser socks just wouldn’t work. I hate nylons. Unless it’s for a good cause, like a winter wedding or a dinner honoring Mother Theresa, I will not wear them. You could not pay me enough to wrastle those evil things up around my thighs.

So anyway, when I put on my skirt this morning I discovered how pasty white my skin is. The lights were dim in the bedroom and all I could see were those legs, like light sabers shining through the darkness. I had thoughts of ditching the skirt and going back to slacks but then I decided that no, I would not be ashamed, I would embrace the pale! Power to the powder people!

It’s that time again! The 2-4 pm Snooze Hour! Really that’s more than an hour but so is Happy Hour, and they still call it Happy Hour. I have to fight to stay upright at this time of day and my brain shuts off repeatedly, which is annoying because it’s like when you’re reading a book and you realize you just read a page and a half but you weren’t really paying attention so you have to go back and read it again. I do that all the time. At least in my line of work I can fake working pretty well. I can just stare at a spreadsheet and click around once in awhile and people think I’m concentrating really hard on solving some accounting problem. Of course I don’t really do that! Well, not usually. Some times I use this time to catch up on my filing, which is sort of a challenge because I have to alphabetize things. Alphabetizing when you’re half asleep can be difficult, especially when you’re not allowed to sing the alphabet song (not out loud at least… little do they know, I can sing in my head).

Man, I’ve only been outside twice today but I think I’ve overdosed on sunshine. The Michigan winter kept me so cooped up that even a smidgen of warmth just makes me want to nap. I am generally not a fan of summer. Weird, I know. What can I say? I don’t like to sweat. Nevertheless, I will admit I was growing tired of winter. One thing I do like about the transition to warm weather is the way the air smells. Ah, the sweet smell of hope!