I thought that this montage of The Evolution of Barry Bonds was rather interesting. Includes stats and pics. Click the picture below for the link.

Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a stupid crying baby outside I need to go throw something at. *sigh*

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I’m only a month late telling you about my day at the fair. It’s held at the Del Mar Racetrack grounds. We got to park for free and ride on the top of an open double decker bus. I beat MK at that game where you roll the balls and make the horse move. I won a turtle. He beat me at Skeeball and won a duck. It was sheer excitement. I got to enjoy a roast beef sandwich and an Orange Julius. I taught MK the fair rules I learned from my Dad: Animals first. Then food. Then games. Then rides. So we got to see all the chickens, and the pig race. I gave serious thought to the idea of a pot-bellied pig as a viable dog alternative.

Here’s the link to the silly pictures.

Or, the there are worse things game.

#53

Five Situations I Should Worry About More Than, Or At Least As Much As, The Gum That Somehow Ruined My Favorite Dress:

1. The economy
2. Darfur
3. Global Warming
4. Gas Prices
5. War in the Middle East

We here at somegosoftly would like to remind you to always remain prepared in case of a zombie attack.

Here’s a funny link to What Celebrities Would Look Like As Zombies.

As usual, after I go through or see something and become an expert, I share all my knowledge with you, my dear readers. Today: seagull babies. I’ve learned so much this past month about them. Now you can too.

• They are gross. Seagull babies come out all gray and downy and shed everywhere and just sit around and poop even more than grown up seagulls.
• They make their parents insane. Our seagull parents (on the roof of the building in front of us) have taken to screaming out loud every morning and all day. All day. Loud. And trying to get in our pool for some reason, which is gross. One parent ALSO (see next item) banged his head on our sliding glass door all morning the other day for no reason whatsoever.
• They are really really stupid. MK actually had to go after the baby that took his first trip off the roof and ended up walking in our laundry room after hitting his head against the glass of our sliding door. Stupid bird then walked down two flights of stairs and got stuck somewhere, so we gave up on him. (Maybe the head banging is hereditary.)
• They stink. You could totally smell them on our walk by the beach yesterday. Eeew.
• They need to be stopped. There are already too many seagulls and the babies were going nuts wandering around the beach trying to scavenge for food (they learn that quick) and fighting.

Does no one read blogs in the summer? Does no one blog in the summer? Is it too summer? I don’t know what you’re up to but it’s awfully slow around here, and on my feed reader! To be fair, my computer time is pretty minimal now that the sun is back out. Don’t ever visit SD in the June Gloom season. The gray weather is the worst.

Maybe you’re busy. We are. We swam with freaking leopard sharks last weekend. And snorkeled in the cove. And THEN took a Hobie Cat out on the Bay. We joined a volleyball group that is perfect - MK can play and I can drink ‘punch’ and watch. We’re traveling for the rest of the week and weekend to see family and friends and get in some trouble. KE took me shopping at her new boutique and I got some outrageous dresses. If I get skin cancer, I will blame it on this summer. I don’t think I’ve ever been this shade before.

We clubbed at the Hard Rock downtown, which for all it’s Vegas efforts, is pretty lame. Envy beats it hands down. We saw Spencer Pratt and almost no one even cared. He was with dudes. All dudes. Quite possibly paid-for posse dudes. That was the funniest thing ever.

My favorite cousin ever is coming to see me. Which means I will again get my wardrobe updated. We are going to Comic Con with RD. It is going to rule.