I wish I had the talent to bang out a consistently funny, laugh out loud blog like Red and Denton do every day at Surviving Grady.
I'd give anything to be able to have the talent of my friend Cyn to write thoughtful and insightful looks at the Boston Red Sox and the city of Boston on a daily basis.
There are not enough creative juices flowing in my body to try and attempt what Kelly O does at Sitting Still and I don't think I'd really want to try. It's tough to beat perfection.
Which leaves me to my blog. I try and write something everyday and usually try to include the resident heathens as much as I can. My long suffering wife Ang gets included every now and again, and I'm always good for a completely un-researched, totally off the cuff with no proof to back it up analysis of the Red Sox in one way or another.
I have horrible grammar and punctuation, don't know my way around the dictionary to save my life, and whenever I get a case of writers block I bring in Miss Hathaway to save the day. My biggest problem is time; I get home at 7:30, spend the next 2 hours either playing with my kids or being assaulted with Light Sabers, cap guns, and gibley shots, and by the time 9:30 rolls around I'm too tired to think, Ang wants to "talk", or I'm watching one of the 4 things on tv I just don't miss.
Red Sox games.
Prison Break (Not really sure how I got into this one. The whole thing has more holes in the plot than the Yankees do in the bullpen)
And a show starting it's season with tonight's season premiere. I've watched every episode now and STILL can't figure out what in the world is going on. Which sort of resembles my life, now that I think about it.
So, with my apologies for another rambling mess of a post that accomplished nothing other than making sure I wrote something?
Time to get LOST.
Glass jar on a shelf.
8 hours ago