- so this bastard ernesto (i think there should be more protesting by hispanic groups when the national weather advisory board gives bad weather out of the carribean latin names) comes up and starts dumping agua on us.

yesterday i had to leave work at 5:30 in order to get to volleyball on time. it just so happens that was the peak of monsoon season at the midrex office.

at first glance, i though the tires on the sexterra were flat. but alas, that was just the depth of the puddle it was sitting in. and that puddle ran for a good twenty feet before the car door. fuck. might as well run. here is a little conundrum. if you run, the water splashes higher. about knee height according to the mark on my dress pants. if you walk, the water runs up over your shoes. i found this out as i sat there with the car door open pouring out the contents of my shoes and wringing out my socks.

without sounding too girlie, if they little downpour ruined my favorite pair of kenneth cole’s, i am going to smack everyone i ever meet named ernesto for the rest of my life just out of principle.

- got a little more sleep last night. it helped that i played threes last night in doubleheaders of indoor volleyball. the first game of the second match started as doubles on threes, but matt ring jumped on when they added a fourth. this old body was plum tuckered by the end of the night. and we went either 4-2 or 5-1, i can’t remember.

- jay, get a bra. or a bro/manzere for those things.

- today was the last edition of the quickie on espn.com. this upsets me. for the last four years, i have looked to dan shanoff every morning to provide me with an entertaining recap of the last 24 hours in sports. no more.

- i will probably roll over the 10k myspace profile view and blog 15k view mark today. whoopee!

- for some odd reason, i have the pina colada song stuck in my head again today. this happened a couple of months ago as well. still stymied by a love song in which a dating couple secretly places personal ads and come up with each other. lyrical genius!

- i think i need to put a personal ban on any food with “filling” in it. as i have said before i, like many dogs, lack the ability to spit out food that is too hot. i would much rather sear the roof of my mouth and live in pain. i am sadistic like that. last night’s quick dinner at volleyball, two pop tarts, came out of the microwave a little warm. for those wanting to improve upon their pop tart experience by warming them in a microwave, please note that 25 seconds is entirely too long. it will leave you peeling papyrus sheets of skin out of your mouth for hours. and for insult to injury, i bit my tongue at the same time.

so for a recap, no poptarts, hot pockets, ravioli, cheese sticks, jalepeno poppers, or pizza rolls in my future.

- stay dry.

piece out.