Christmas Shopping. Almost done, but still have a few things to purchase. I might have bought myself a few things in the process. It oddly helps with holiday stress, to spend money on oneself, especially when the stress is about how much money one is spending.
Ozzie. My dog. He's a big black lab/pit bull mix who is not the sharpest tool in the shed. He's sweet but crazy. I seriously need to get a video of him racing around the house like a bat out of Hell, and I need to accompany this video by Ozzy Osbourne's Crazy Train. I think we could win America's Funniest Home Video.
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| The dog has no couth. |
And no, he is not named after Ozzy, he is named after Ozzie Smith, the greatest Shortstop who ever lived.
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| The Wizard of Oz |
Next to him is Omar Vizquel, the second greatest Shortstop who ever lived.
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| Amazing!!! |
Isn't he cute? Sigh...
The first Giants game I ever went to, all I cared about was seeing Omar. We had great seats, right down by the Giants dugout. I had brought a big sign I had made that said, "Omar, you short-stop my heart!" When he went out on the field to stretch and warm up, I yelled his name and waved my sign. He flashed that amazing smile and gave me the peace sign over his heart gesture! My children were mortified but I was on Cloud 9!
Ok...anyway, where was I?
One of our cats is named after Omar. He's cute too.
I mentioned here once before that my favorite movie is The Wizard of Oz. There seems to be a theme of Oz in my life. I think I should think about this.
Anyway, Ozzie was running around the house this morning with something in his mouth and it didn't look good. It was my son's soccer shin guard. Crap!! Ozzie is truly in the dog house now.
Anyone want a cute but destructive and clueless big black dog? Free to good home!
Ok, last thing. One random thought leads to another. That photo of Omar Vizquel catching the ball in mid air? He isn't the only one who can do that.
That's my son Jack!
Happy Day, everyone!
