Baseball hates me

I agreed to join a fantasy baseball league in a moment of weakness earlier this year. Randy Capps, a former sportswriter here, was begging for more people to join. So before knowing the work - and now the angst - it entails, I agreed.

It sounded logical. I like baseball. I played softball for years, so I know the rules. It's a solid sport. I like the uniforms. I'm competitive.

So I joined.

I've regretted it ever since.

My team, which I dubbed the Flamingoes, hovered in fourth place through May in a league of all males - many former or current sportswriters. I was proud of my little pink buddies.

Since then, I have plummeted to a solid 10th place. I'm 10 points behind the guy in 9th place and more points than I can admit behind the league leader.

And it's all because of injuries. I've had a total of 8 guys on the disabled list in the past three
weeks. One guy has even been on it twice. I also had a pitcher suspended for fighting.

The guys call it fantasy baseball, but that's a misnomer. It's really nightmare baseball.

So here's hoping for a healthy few weeks.

I'd really like to say that one random chick (get it, Flamingoes, chick) from lifestyles beat at least one sports writer.

A stellar morning in the Killian household

Unlike most of my posts, this one won't have a photo. You'll see why.

I woke up to the usual morning whining of one dog or another, let the girls out for a little run in the backyard and started getting ready for work. Then I got the hiccups. Not so bad, except they were the hurty kind. I finished getting ready and let the dogs back in, put food in their bowls and made a smoothie for breakfast.

But when I went back into the living room to lock the door, there was a gray, hairy, bloody lifeless thing in my carpet that turned out, on closer inspection, to be a baby rabbit... with its tongue sticking out.

Revulsion set in. So did the heeby-jeebies.

I turned around to go get the shovel out of my foyer closet and saw a scattered brown mass on my rug.

Doggie diarrhea.

Which to clean up first?

I decided the dead thing would have to go first since it was creeping me out.

As for the poo, I just couldn't bring myself to take care of it yet, so I dumped the rug outside and I'll hose it off this afternoon.

Can anyone top that for a morning?

Lasagna

I spent the day Saturday doing some of my favorite things - sleeping and being lazy.

But I also tried to get a few things done around the house. I managed to get part of my spare bedroom painted and watered the plants in my flowerbed (worthless, considering it later rained), and did some laundry and cleaned a bunch of clothes that I don't wear anymore out of my closet.

I also took some time to make lasagna (I make my own sauce for it, too). One pan will be eaten now and the other goes in the freezer until my friend's birthday, when we'll use it to celebrate. (Said friend reads my blog, so for now she will go unnamed.)

Rain... finally!

I've been wondering lately if this summer is going to be like last summer... bone dry and weatheringly hot. It has definitely trended in that direction, but last night's rain (albeit only a little) was refreshing.

Here are pics of it from my house.