August 21, 2005

• Today was sorta the annual  family reunion with my dad's side of
  the family, by which, I mean, the good, sane side. We always love going
  to these things, its always so much fun. Its all just a bunch of short
  people running around talking about baseball and playing softball. Of
  course, we had beanbags..........actually, we had 3 sets of bags going.
  And we played 2 hand touch football and the aforementioned softball. I
  miss the days of playing tackle football, but we were playing with 10
  and 11 year olds, although my cousin's 10 year old son (Nick) acts like
  he is about 4 when he plays, well, anything competitive. I know he is
  only 10, but he is a whiney bitch. He has a 10 year old step brother
  (Dillon) who we all love and he doesn't whine as much. I have written
  about the whiney kid before. This time, we were playing 2 hand touch
  and it was myself and Dillon against my brother John and Nick. First
  damn play of the game, Dillon caught a pass and ran past Nick. Nick
  only touched him with one hand and Dillon scored. I said it was a
  touchdown and Nick said no, he had touched him with his hand. I said it
  was 2 hand touch and he started whining that I never said that. Every
  other person within in hearing distance (which was about 5 people) said
  that we said it was 2 hand touch and Nick still said it wasn't and said
  "thats it, I'm not playing." Well, I wasn't in the mood to take any of
  his shit so I quickly fired back "well, if you aren't playing then get
  off the field, we can find somebody else to play." He walked off and
  said he was going to tell his dad. I don't know if he ever did, but his
  dad never said anything to me. Then again, his dad knows how he is.
  Anywho, the kid that took his place was pretty damn good and he kicked
  our asses. Oh well. Later on we played again (Nick didn't play) and
  Dillon ran several times into a thorn bush and had little prickly cuts
  on his legs, arms, and face. I told him I was sorry because I led him
  there, being that I was QB and he was a receiver. He then said "no, I'm
  the one that ran there, you just threw it." How cool is that? His step
  brother would never say anything like that.

  Softball was a lot of fun. I always like to pitch, but I'm the only one
  that likes when I pitch, so I was stuck playing shortstop, which was
  still cool. I had fun, but I'm going to save you all the
  details...........we played and had fun.

  Really, I got nothing else. I mowed the lawn yesterday for the first
  time since May and hung out at Mark's house and played
  with..........ok, held my niece. Being 12 days old, she doesn't do much
  playing. Its pretty much just you hold her and she may or may not throw
  up on you. In my case, she stared at me (poor girl) and fell slept. I
  wonder what babies think. How boring a life that must be. Then again,
  everybody does everything but swallow and shit for you, so I guess it
  can't be all that bad.

  • 10:55 pm
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