I've Been Bested Again.

I was shocked when I looked at the blog's stats today.  Apparently the blog blew up last night.  We've had almost 1000 views in the last twenty four hours.  Did people find our story so inspiring that they shared it like a disease... no.  Was it because of increased interest in the orphan epidemic... no.

It was because an overweight pitcher, by the name of Bartolo Colon was signed to the New York Yankees yesterday.  

You see, several months ago I wrote about going to a baseball game with my cousin Eriq (pseudonym), who is a pretty big deal inside the Washington Nationals franchise.  I believe what I said in that blog was that it was the closest I have ever come to a professional athlete, since the time I saw Bartolo Colon in the shower at an LA Fitness.  There is a qualifier to that statement which I feel I need to make.  I am not in the habit of watching men shower in gym locker rooms.  When I saw said Cy Young winner taking a shower, I was in the middle of a tour of the LA Fitness facility.  I would not have noticed him, or even recognized him, but my tour guide both pointed him out and struck up a conversation with the naked, showering, overweight athlete.  It was really awkward.  When Bartolo ( or Tolo as I like to call him) gave me a puzzled look during his naked inquisition, I just gave him an apologetic shrug.  I have later come to speculate that it is part of LA Fitness's marketing plan to show famous athletes showering during their facility tour.  I do not have much to back this up other than personal experience.

A year ago, Misty and I were living in the RV.  Some of our mail is still delivered to that address.  We do not have this mail forwarded, because it allows us to drop in unexpectedly on our former land lords... usually around dinner time.  You may remember I had some personality differences with their daughter Samansa, I found the child to be ungrateful and somewhat rude.  Earlier this month, we were surprised to get an invitation to her second birthday.  It was fun party, even though they served too much food.  When we saw her parents the other night, I was even able to overlook the fact that Samansa did not send us a thank you card.  She can talk in sentences now (even though she does not annunciate well), why can't she write sentences then?  Any who, it seemed as though Samansa and I were making progress in our interactions.  She was talking to me, and than started to pull off my shoes.  How rude of me, I thought, I forgot to take my shoes off at the door.  

Well the night goes on, and we have a nice dinner.  After a little while Craeg's conversation starts to boor us, so we decide to go home.  I than had to go track down my shoes, you can imagine my surprise when I found Sadie (a former dog of ours (named after a Snoop Dog song)) licking the inside of my shoe.  Upon closer examination I see that it is filled with milk.  Samansa poured her milk into my shoe.  I have spent the better part of the last two days, trying to figure out how I can get back at her.  I am thinking I might saran wrap her potty chair.  Oh to see the look on her face.