I'm not even sure where to start...

The sad news started around lunch time, when I found out that Farrah Fawcett, of Charlie's Angels fame, had passed away after a battle with anal cancer. Fawcett never really gave the world too much, mostly just that iconic poster of her in the wet, red bathing suit back in 1976. She is also remembered for her short stint on Charlie's Angels, where she quickly quit the show to pursue a film career that never took off. She later, at the age of 50, would pose semi nude for Playboy, and looked amazing for her age.

Then, things just got strange, which is only fitting. I just arrived at the Porthole, an ocean side bar in Portland, when people started claiming that Michael Jackson, the King of Pop, had passed away. Meanwhile, others were saying that he had been hospitalized, but was not dead. Now, this is not cool. I have been an MJ fan since I was little, I even dressed up as him for Halloween one year (I painted myself a pale shade of brown, wore the one silver glove and had a silver top hat, I was a mini version of him!). I am now scouring the internet on the blackberry trying to determine what is going on! Every report I was finding was stating that he was rushed to the hospital of apparent cardiac arrest, but no confirmation of his death yet. At this point, there are about 30-40 people calling, texting, and searching for more info, with lots of conflicting info being bandied about. Finally, at 6:30 PM last evening, we found the confirmation from CNN and ESPN (very reputable!) that Michael Jackson, at the age of 50, had passed away.

I'm in a total state of shock, I have to be honest with you. I, still today, listen to him at least once a week. He is on several different playlists on my iPod. We did the Thriller dance at our wedding! I mean, I just can't believe this! Everywhere we went last night people were talking about it. Everyone was playing hits from both the Thriller and Bad albums.

Now let's face it, MJ was a mess. He was an international superstar at a very young age, and his stardom only grew as he put out hit after hit in the 80's. He also became increasingly more strange as time passed as well. He tried his hardest to change his appearance, almost appearing to be white due to all the plastic surgery he had. I have heard everything from 3 surgeries (cleft in his chin and 2 nose jobs) up to about 17. It's really hard to tell for sure, and we may never know, not that it really matters. It appears to me that, because he never really had a childhood, he tried everything he could to act and appear younger than he was. He owned Neverland Ranch, which was basically a big amusement park. He befriended a chimpanzee and many young boys, and spent a lot of time and money trying to convince people that he did nothing wrong with them. It is my opinion that he just wanted to never grow up. Having hated his father, and because he never really had the chance to be a kid, he tried to relive his youth, albeit in odd ways, but, then again, he was an odd man.

Despite all his odd actions, and the crazy stories about him, he was an amazing musician, and while his music was never quite the same after the Bad album, he was, and always will be the King of Pop. I know I speak for many people when I say he will be greatly missed, may the Thriller dance live on forever, I'm just saying...

Best Father's Day ever?

So I had the most amazing weekend. Went to Boston with Nichole and Kerrigan, and we played hard, and had a blast. Saturday was spent at Boston Commons for the Life is Good festival. There were all kinds of events set up for children to participate in, everything from sack races to face painting. There was also a live performance by Brett Dennen, a rising star and somebody you need to check out if you haven't already. We also took part in a giant mural made of individual wooden tiles, painted by people at the festival. Each of us painted our own tile, and later saw our artwork in the mural, which was really cool. The mural is supposed to be transported somewhere, so it will be cool to see our work later on. That evening was spent poolside, where Kerrigan had an absolute blast, then over to UNO for a couple of drinks with Amelie.

Sunday we woke up to rain, and another trip to the pool with Kerrigan. When I got down to the pool she had prepared me a coffee and some art for Father's Day, which was very nice. Following some aquatic time, we went back to the room to shower and get ready for the Red Sox game. We drove right into Kenmore Square and found parking in amongst the BU buildings on a side street about two blocks away from Fenway Park. We got to the game about an hour early in hopes to catch some batting practice, but because of the rain, the field was covered with the tarp. Our seats were amazing, two rows behind the Red Sox bullpen. We got some great pictures of Papelbon, Okajima and Wakefield warming up. In between innings Kerrigan would run down to the fence and try to get the players attention with all the other kids that were sitting around us, most of which were little boys. Her second time down she actually got a ball from Hideki Okajima as he was heading into the game!! She was on cloud nine, thought that was the coolest thing, as did I! I have been to like 20 games and have never gotten a ball, what a cool moment for her, in only her third game! The game ended in the bottom of the 9th with Nick Green hitting a walk off homerun, capping off a great game. Or wait... We heard over the loudspeaker that all fathers and their families were allowed to head down to the field and walk around and get pictures after the game! Are you kidding me, wow! The three of us went down and snapped a ton of cool pictures from the field. Kerrigan even got to get her ball autographed by Wally, the Red Sox mascot. What an amazing experience for her, and the absolute best father's day I have had!

We capped off the day with a trip to Hooters for some wing action. Now let me preface this with telling you that I gave Kerrigan options, and she selected Hooters because she wanted wings. I told her all about the place, and she was completely unfazed. She didn't seem to mind, and we had a great time with some great wings.

All in all, we had the best weekend, I didn't want it to end. I had an amazing weekend with my two favorite ladies. It couldn't have been any better!

OK rain, you can stop now...

The family is heading down to Boston for the weekend tomorrow morning. We are planning on attending, weather permitting, the Life Is Good Festival at Boston Common tomorrow, which is basically a variety of kid's games and activities, with a few music acts mixed in. I'm looking forward to it on two levels, one giving Kerrigan a chance to have a good time, a sort of reward for her amazing grades and comments from her first grade teachers, as well as completing her transformation from a Daisy Scout to a Brownie. She had a good year, and little things like this mean so much to her, so that is very rewarding for Nichole and I too. The other piece is that Brett Dennen is playing. For those of you who don't know who he is, check out his site. He is a great musician, and puts on a great show. I saw him a couple of years back at the Space Gallery, seriously, check him out.

Sunday is all about the Red Sox. We have tickets located right behind the bullpen, and we are planning on getting there early to catch some batting practice and get some good pictures. Here is to hoping the weather cooperates! Now we are into the swing of summer, despite what the weather tells us, we are also in the midst of 8 consecutive weekends of running around. I sure do wish summer lasted longer so we could take a few weekends just to relax. I love running around and playing, but a little beach time would be great, I'm just saying...

Another athlete getting off easy, or has justice been served?

Donte Stallworth, wide receiver for the Cleveland Browns, plead guilty and will serve 30 days in prison for killing a pedestrian while driving under the influence in Florida back in March. As part of the plea agreement, he agrees to pay the family of the victim $5 million in damages, and he also has 2 years of house arrest and 8 years of probation coming his way. The question is this, is this the proper end to another story of a high profile athlete or celebrity caught driving under the influence and killing someone?

When looking at the way the laws are written in Florida, you could actually see this result coming. Mario Reyes, the gentleman struck by Stallworth, was crossing the street outside of a crosswalk, and it would have been determined, had the case gone further, that he was half responsible for the situation, despite the fact that Stallworth's blood alcohol level was above the legal limit. Doesn't make sense to me, I feel that driving while intoxicated should trump that completely, but the laws are in place, and they tend to side with the drivers in Florida.

The other piece is that Reyes' 14 year old daughter just wanted this to be over with, she didn't want to drag this out, and who can blame her. The two parties agreed that $5 million would sufficiently satisfy, and Stallworth was very good about doing whatever he could to help during the entire process.

All that being said, is this less horrific than what Michael Vick was a part of? I want to preface this with saying that I think Michael Vick got exactly what he deserved. It is my ultimate desire that he never sets foot on the playing field again, and is forced to work construction for $10 an hour for the rest of his life. But, all that being said, Stallworth killed a human being. Do we, as a society, put a larger value on the life of dogs than humans? Have we become immune to the stories of drunk driving, and the horrible consequences? I just don't understand how athletes and celebrities that kill human beings while driving drunk continue to get a minor slap on the wrist, while you or I would be put away for life. Just doesn't seem to add up to me, I'm just saying...

Bonny Eagle senior denied his diploma for bowing and blowing a kiss to his mother, are you shitting me?!

Bonny Eagle High School, located in Standish, about 30 minutes out of Portland, held their high school graduation at the Cumberland County Civic Center on Friday. Four years of hard work culminating in a hour or so long ceremony, in front of all your family and friends. Everyone dressed in their cap and gowns, thoughts of one last fun summer before heading off to college, the armed services or just going to work dancing in their heads. I have been there, and I remember it all too well. You are anxious to start the rest of your life. You are excited that the four year journey has come to an end. You are sad, knowing that what has been normalcy for the last several years is coming to an end.

However, this graduation ceremony is unlike most. One student, Justin Denney, on his way to receive his diploma, stops, bows, blows a kiss to his mother and waves to friends, not unlike many students at every other graduation ceremony that has ever taken place. When he gets up to the superintendent, she asks him why he deserves his diploma, and follows that up with telling him to return to his seat. Wait, what?! See for yourself, is this response from the superintendent warranted? I sure don't!

The mother is furious, and she should be. Apparently, upon arrival, all parents and students were required to sign a code of conduct stating that they were not allowed to misbehave or fool around. You can clearly see from the video he did nothing of the sort. Others before him were tossing around a few beach balls, something Justin took no part in, and one student was led away by officers, almost getting arrested. Come the hell on, it is graduation day for these kids. First of all, there is absolutely no good reason to have police at a graduation! It's not like people are going to be ripping bong hits or having sword fights (with actual swords people, not the dirty sword fight). I think graduation day is a day for the kids. They have worked hard, put in the time, and need to be honored and celebrated. If they decide to toss around some beach balls, then so freaking be it. Nobody is getting hurt and it is all in the name of good, clean fun.

Now this has made national news, hitting the cnn.com website this morning. I hope the administration at Bonny Eagle High School is proud of itself. If I were them, I would be completely and utterly embarrassed by my actions. Justin, and the others have done nothing that hasn't been done a million times before them at every graduation that has taken place ever. Good luck Justin, I hope that you not only receive your diploma very soon, but the administration at your former school gets all the negative attention they deserve, I'm just saying...

Marketing campaign good or bad, you be the judge...

Calvin Klein has a new billboard in New York City that has made some headlines for its racy content. It depicts a topless chick laying across the body of a shirtless dude, while making out with another dude, while a third dude lays on the floor and is unbuttoning his pants. Now, I admit that this is indeed a little racy, but is it any worse than Abercrombie and Fitch over the years? What about some of American Apparels catalogs or web content? No, this is on par. Remember people, sex sells, and this falls in line with what everyone has been doing in denim ads for years. Parents and prudes all over are complaining that it is promoting orgies and foursomes. Really?! Come on. It is simply a billboard. While it depicts some raunchy stuff, it isn't promoting it. Plus, wouldn't it be worse if it was a viral campaign or all over your television during the news hour with that shrew Katie Couric? I think so. It is a billboard. It is 2009. Do we have nothing better to do than complain about a denim ad? Let's all lighten up and go buy some new jeans, I'm just saying...

My child is 7!?!?

When the hell did this happen? Kerrigan turned 7 this past Tuesday, and I still can't believe it. I mean, how is that even possible. This means that I have been out of college for 7 years now, and that I moved out of the County 7 years ago. Time has absolutely flown by. Incredible!

For her birthday, and in part because it was a going away party for my little sister, we went to Fuji for dinner, and were very entertained by the fine hibachi cooks. Kerrigan thought this was awesome, and had a great time. She was so cute to watch as the flames were flying and the rice balls were being tossed in different directions. She has so much fun, in fact, that she told us she was dismissing herself from school the next day and walking down to Portland for lunch. We are in big trouble!

Her party is tomorrow, with a Hannah Montana theme, and about a dozen little girls running around all hopped up on cake and candy. Nichole and I have come up with a few fun games for them to play, and will have the house and yard decorated and ready for the 1:00 PM arrival. A few of the little ones will be spending the night, and in Kerrigan's world, sleepovers don't equal sleep, so this ought to be fun.

Next weekend we are planning on checking out the Life Is Good Music Festival at the Boston Common, where Brett Dennen is playing (which I am really looking forward to). It is basically a day of free fun and games for kids, with some music and lots of events going on. Our plan is to stay over night, and then we have tickets for the Red Sox and Braves game the next afternoon. I am extremely excited to spend the weekend with my two favorite ladies, enjoying food, fun, music and sports. Sounds to me like life is very good, I'm just saying...

Another day, another whack job...

White supremacist and Holocaust denier, James von Brunn is surely going to have plenty of time to think about how incredibly ridiculous he is as he rots in jail for opening fire and killing a security guard at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial and Museum yesterday. This fucktard has apparently convinced himself that the holocaust never happened and that Obama was created by the Jews. Really?! The worst part is that in the 1980's he busted into the Federal Reserves with a backpack full of weapons in an attempt to place the board under "legal, non-violent citizens arrest". Of course, he went to jail for a few years, only to get back out and continue his completely backward way of thinking, only to strike again, this time actually killing somebody. Now I pose this question, what the hell is wrong with this dude, and all the others just like him? Not enough hugs from mom and dad as a child? Too many wedgies and swirlies from the bullies in school growing up? I mean seriously, somebody please explain this to me?! What causes this sort of hate and anger? When are people going to realize that this world needs different religions, races, thoughts, views, opinions and ideas? How boring would this world be if everyone looked, sounded, acted and thought the same? Reminds me of an episode of Sponge Bob Squarepants I watched with my daughter years ago where Squidward wants to move far away from Sponge Bob and Patrick, into this little community behind a wall that is filled with everyone looking and acting the same. He eventually goes crazy and can't wait to move back next to Sponge Bob. Silly comparison, but it illustrates my overall point, the people of this world need to learn to accept others for their differences, I'm just saying...

As if I didn't have enough distractions already...

"I'm Just Saying" stalker and fellow blogger Brandon and I have teamed up to form a super group, kind of like Cream or Journey, where we will collaborate on a blog dedicated to nectar of the gods, beer! We will retell stories of drunken nights, review beers you have to try, and even post pictures of such things as our favorite bars, beers and drunken fools that have passed out and now have a penis drawn on their face (hopefully never me again!). This will be all things beer. You can expect recipes, cool links, interviews and hilarity. It is in the early stages, but feel free to check it out, and don't be afraid to sign on as a follower, we would love to know who out there is actually reading! Go here for more, trust me, it will be worth your while, I'm just saying...

Sneak peak at the highly anticipated Marcole Dictionary...

Nichole and I, collectively known as Marcole, have been making up our own words for a while now, and have decided that we will put together our own dictionary, hopefully hitting shelves in time for the holidays. Haven't found anyone to distribute it for us yet, but that will come, no worries here. Today I wanted to give you all a glimpse into the amazing randomness of this piece of literary genius...

Smashed Assholes - An adjective, describing the odor of something. Used in a sentence - After that soccer game tonight I smell like a bag of smashed assholes, there is no way that cute girl across the bar will make out with me, crap!

Whiskey Clit - the term given when your lady friend has had a good deal to drink and it takes you just shy of forever to get her off, no matter what method you use. Used in a sentence - It took me an hour to get Sophie off last night, god damn whiskey clit!

Butter Body - name given to a chick who has a very attractive face, but the body would scare most people away. Much like the term "butter face". Used in a sentence - Maria has a hot face, butter body is flipping horrible!

Smeasoning - term given to a good aroma left on your fingers after eating something. Actually a combination of smell and seasoning. Used in sentence - Not sure what they put on those ribs, but it was some fine smeasoning.

Frig - actually, I just love to use that word. Used in a sentence - Frig!

Again, just a sneak peak, many more to be found in the dictionary. Will be a great coffee table book, I'm just saying...

Old Port Fest - Another family friendly day on Fore Street

OK, this is my view on things, and I know a lot of people will completely disagree with me, and that is fine. The Old Port Festival is immensely overrated. I mean, it is basically any Friday or Saturday evening, with food vendors on the streets. I can totally get drunk in bars any night of the week, don't see what the hook is. I realize that there are food vendors and several bands playing, which is cool, but it really is just a shit show, an excuse for all the locals to just get cocked and run around town acting like boobs. I once worked a merchandise tent for Bull Feeney's, where I was outside, on Fore Street, witnessing one idiot after another try to sloppily steal shirts or barter with me. Speaking of idiots, turns out some older dude got run over last night down near Commercial Street pub. Really, run over? I mean come on, that is just ridiculous.

Nichole and I came into town after our softball game last night (cough, cough, where I hit two homeruns), to a sea of food scraps, paper plates, napkins and vomit covering Fore Street. On our way out of town we had some drunk punk stumble across the road in front of us, not in a crosswalk (yet I still stopped for him), and he proceeded to attempt to make fun of me and I'm pretty sure he called me an asshole. I considered getting out and throttling him, but thought better of it. Ah, Maine, the way life should be, right? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy having too many beverages as much as the next person, but I have yet to be drawn into the Old Port Festival. It is one of those over hyped days where the Old Port is full of obnoxious people mumbling and stumbling around. It is like St. Patty's Day at night and New Years Eve. These are 3 days that I don't care if I ever step foot in the Old Port. Again, you may disagree with me, and that is fine, I'm just saying...

If you could do me a favor and give me back the last 2 hours of my life, that would be great...

So I had what may be the most bizarre job interview ever late yesterday afternoon. I had received a phone call in response to a resume I submitted for a blind post on craigslist back in March, and we had set up grabbing a coffee for Thursday at 4:00. Sounded pretty casual, which is always good. I was going to meet him at his office, then I assumed we would go grab a coffee and chat about the position (which I knew nothing about at this point, as it was an extremely vague post) and my qualifications. Let's just say, I was wicked fucking wrong!

I stroll into the office, the 3rd floor of the FedEx building on Congress Street. The receptionist, who I just rode the elevator up with, went and grabbed the gentleman who I was meeting with while I sat on the comfy couch out front. The big, burly, red head comes bouncing around the corner and shakes my hand and leads me to his little office on the back side of the building. We sit down and he starts grilling me about what it is I have done and what exactly I am looking to do moving forward. He goes on and on about how he needs an animal, someone willing to works 20 hour days and will be highly intense with him. He starts tossing out terms that I have either never heard of, or have stumbled across, but never actually applied to anything I have ever done. As is with most interviews, you will occasionally agree with somethings the interviewer says, just because you should, knowing full well that it will either never come up again or you will figure it out on the fly. Well, I got caught! He asked me if I understood what some term meant, and I said sure, of course. So he asked me to explain what it meant, and how I have used it in the past. Shit! I literally started laughing and said "you got me, I have no idea"! AWESOME, busted already. Fortunately, he seemed to like that I tossed some humor out, and he just kept rolling, seemingly unfazed by my lack of knowledge/truth. Phew!

Now after meeting with this guy for about 45 minutes, he sends in a consultant they have been working with for a while, who has been basically filling in the position I am interviewing for. This guy is a complete fucking whackjob! He waddles into the chair, sits down, looks over my resume and just starts completely picking me apart and belittling me. He questions everything I have done and then starts a game of 20 questions, accounting style. Have you done this, have you done that. Oh, that is wrong, you mean this, not that. That isn't right, you would do it this way to get this result. What the hell is going on right now?! Am I getting punked? Is candid camera fucking with me? I mean seriously, what the hell is happening. I just keep smiling, tossing back responses and never act flustered. This went on for about 20 minutes, finally ending with him telling me if I ever have questions to give him a call. Yeah, probably not dude, thanks.

Next was with a dude that had absolutely no personality, and even less interviewing skills. This snore fest went on for probably another 45 minutes. He told me how volatile the Italian owner was, and how his brother, the other owner, would just start screaming for no reason at you. He explained to me how there wouldn't be a desk for me and if I would rather have a basic bookkeeping job they are looking for one of those too. He went on and on about how laid back the place is, despite some early mornings and some late evenings here and there (doesn't that sounds kinda like the opposite of what dude number 1 told me?!). This goes on for a while, until he finally runs out of things to say (trust me, that happened long before the 45 minutes mark), and he brings me into the Italian owners office to introduce me.

The next five minutes have me shaking my head still, almost 24 hours after it happened, and perhaps for a long time to come. I am introduced, sit down, and he starts looking over my resume. He asks me what I am up to presently, and what it is I am looking for. I throw my usual Marky Mark charm at the Brad Garret look-a-like (the older, goofy brother from Everybody Loves Raymond) and he is completely unfazed. He looks at me and says... "I have to be honest with you, we had a couple of guys in here the other day with a lot more experience than you, and we are just going to hire one of them". Wow, alright. So basically what you are telling me is you just fucked me out of the last two hours of my life. I could have spent that time throwing sticks in the spokes of bikers, or skinny dipping with lobsters, or shaving a homeless dudes back, it all would have been much more rewarding than sitting through the freak show I was just a part of! I was just belittled, picked apart and basically told to leave, and for what?! Maybe next time fellas, you should all get on the same page and get your shit together, and don't bring people in for an interview if you really aren't interested, I'm just saying...

What the hell is Twitter?!

Seriously, what the hell is Twitter? I hear people talking about it all the time, in business meetings, on television, even on Sportscenter each morning. What the hell is everyone talking about? So and so tweeted last night, so I tweeted back. What?! This sounds like the strangest thing ever. My understanding is that it is basically Facebook status updates on steroids, meaning they are a constant update to the masses. It sounds like an online diary for the world to see. The ironic thing is that I am sitting here poking fun at it, while typing a blog for the world to see, seems sort of contradictory, I agree. However, and hear me out, there is one giant difference. I'm not doing something that is called "tweeting". Seriously, that sounds like the gayest thing ever. Blogging sounds manly and tough, as opposed to tweeting, which sounds like something my soon to be seven year old would do with her little girl friends on the playground while pretending to be zoo animals that have escaped or something. Again, I realize that blogging was the precursor to Twitter, and that they surely have a lot of similarities, but this is another time suck (stay tuned for the Marcole dictionary coming soon) that I am going to avoid. I currently have Facebook, this blog and Brickbreaker on the Blackberry that suck enough of my time each day, I don't need to add something called Twitter to that short list, I'm just saying...

Honestly, who is really at fault here?!

As I was doing a little cleaning in the basement last evening I was attempting to tune the television into the Red Sox game when I stumbled upon a program on CNBC about the McDonald's Empire (not your family Tom, sorry!). CNBC's was basically slanting things to say that McDonald's is one of the biggest reason's that America's youth is obese today. Really?! While I understand that Happy Meals come standard with french fries and a soda, and you need to specifically ask for apple slices and water, that doesn't mean you have to eat the fries and soda, you can ask for whatever you want. I think it is crap that anyone can blame McDonald's for anything. They have made strides to offer both high caloric options as well as healthier choices. The person making the order has the option to go either way, and if they choose to eat a cheeseburger and fries, they shouldn't be surprised to find out they are high in calories or fat. The program showed two gentleman acting all shocked to find out that the cheeseburger, chicken nuggets and fries one of them just ate was really high in fat and calories. Seriously dude, are you mentally challenged? Are you really surprised that a fast food cheeseburger and some deep fried chicken and fries are bad for you?! You need McDonald's to tell you that?! I'm not sitting here saying poor McDonald's, I just think this sort of thing is insane. It's like blaming a rapper when some tool bag shoots his girlfriend and says that the music told him to do it. That is just dumb, I'm just saying...

It may have been a blood bath, but I don't feel dirty...

We had a soccer game last night in the co-ed Saco league, and we whooped our opponent, 27-9. Games are typically just at or below double digits, but we had it going last night. You know it is bad when even I score a goal! We were scoring from all angles, and by almost everyone on the team. Poor Nichole tried hard, but was shutout, never really getting an open look. I tried to set her up, but would either get a bad foot on it or another teammate would step in before it got to her. It was fun though, and we had just enough people, no girl subs and one guy sub, that is the way it should be. We all got a good sweat, and had a blast. I'm pretty sure the other team wanted to kill us, but it was just one of those nights. We weren't rubbing things in, we just didn't take our feet of the proverbial gas peddle.

This reminds me of a conversation Nichole and I had the other night at Novare. We were discussing how in high school you develop rivals at other schools and you grow to hate them, and then, in college, you end up sitting beside them in the classroom or playing on the same team and you either become friends with them, which is typically the case, or you just never get past it. We both could think of a handful of people we didn't like from other schools and then realized they were great people as we got to actually know them later in life. We also had a few people that we wouldn't piss on if they were on fire still to this day. They were cocky and were certain that their shit didn't smell bad, and I have no use for a person like that. If you are a good athlete, or one that gets high grades, or grew up in a certain town, or comes from a family with money, good for you, I'm happy for you, but you are not better than me or anybody else because of it. This sort of shit fires me up, because it is ridiculous, and there is no need for it, I'm just saying...

And the summer has begun...

Been a while since I have checked in, took me a bit to recover from last weekend. Now that I think my body and blood alcohol levels are back to normal, I can focus on getting some stuff done! Spending the better part of this week getting things in order. I'm looking to line up a few jobs, and tie up some loose ends on others. Going to a bachelor party this weekend, which ought to be a good time, and helping a good friend move on Sunday, so I have a busy week ahead of me! Will check in when I can, sorry for the lack of humor and stories, I will get back on it, I promise!