I named my new pup after Magglio Ordonez. weekend time, seeyaaaa

Okay. I'm trying to pick this habit back up; it's April 6, 2008. Three years + since I've written in an online journal. Basically, I'm using writing prompts to create new things. And tell you, loyal reader, about my crazy interesting days (sarcasm). A lot has changed since 2005, when I last blogged. Here we gizoo. Simple soldiah, hand it ovah!

Prompt #1
"Think of an object in your room, focus on it briefly, then write about it."

*MY USED POLANCO BAT*

Okay. This is sweet. Not everyone is a Tiger's fan. Why not hop on that bandwagon? It's not too heavy, not too light. Wooden. It sounds sappy but it has a life of its own; kind of like the rings on a tree when you cut into it. The pine sap from his glove, gripping the bat, praying to God with that four point cross on his chest. The blue scratches the ball left. I wonder where each hit went; hopefully one was a hit. I've had enough strikes in my life lately. It's signed with a black Sharpie marker. It once lived on a beautiful field, held tight by someone who loved it everyday. Kind of sad, now that I think of it. Because it's suffocating in a display case in a corner of my pink bedroom. I should let it out.

Speaking of the Tiger's, this will be the sixth game (out of six) that we've lost. Is it really only a game? There is a man on TV dressed in a Tigger Halloween costume. Funny or pathetic? Ah, the story of my life.