Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Wait 'Til Next Year!

All dressed up and no game to watch.

I am so incredibly psyched that the Sox won the Series again, but I sooooo miss having games to watch. I am going into Sox withdrawal, and I only got to see 11 of the games over here. This is a far, far cry from the power duo of my MLB Extra Innings package, which aired every single game, and my DVR, which guaranteed I could see them whenever I wanted.

When people ask what I miss about America, or what they can send me, it is very hard to come up with stuff. But I do miss having unfettered access to my boys. And yes, I know, I can watch the games online, or get livestream audio coverage online, blah blah blah. I can't see and hear my computer screen from anywhere in my downstairs... just from one spot. It does not fill my home with Red Sox-ness, and, being who I am right now, I simply can't sit captive in front of a computer to watch the games. It is just not the same.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

Jillsie's Future Father-in-Law

So, originally, I was thinking Jillsie could marry Jacoby Ellsbury, but since he was born in 1983, that makes him roughly 23 years her senior, which is a little much considering the Gutsy Dad has declared that Jillsie cannot date until she is 35. (We'll discuss how this policy just might lead to me never having grandchildren another day.) In any case, when Jillsie is "of age," my intended husband for her would be 58, and that is just not okay. So, since Jacoby is currently 24, we'll give him 2 more years to goof around, and assume he can settle down and have his first baby boy, Jillson's future husband, by the time he is 28 in 2011. That way, Jillson will only be 5 years older than her future husband. They'll begin dating when Jacoby, Jr. turns 30 and has gotten all of his silliness out of his system.The Gutsy Dad adds the caveat that Jacoby, Jr. must also bring to the marriage 20 prime-real-estate season tickets as his dowry for marrying our daughter.

Fenway, here we come!

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Cheese Papa


I was trying to get her to say "cheese pizza." She can say "cheese" and "p'sah," but she can't put the two words together. She can, however, put "cheese" and "papa" together. She also seems to be developing quite a good memory, as she asked for "cheese papa" for dinner again tonight.