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This is my first one....there is no wrong or right way is there?  :)

Loathe:

- Josh working nights and not getting into bed until 6am

- Sunday evenings

- Waiting for vacations to come already

- Being bored

- And having to be quiet until Josh wakes up

Loves:

- Opening achievements on Guitar Hero II, Guitar Hero III, or Rock Band

- My first cup of coffee in the morning

- Talking to my best friends

- Knowing how sad the dogs will be when we're gone (I know that one sounds mean since its under the love section, but I just mean because they love us so much)

- Not HOT sunny days

So I woke up this morning and I started thinking about all my years of playing fastpitch softball. And I experienced my first regret ever. Softball was my life and honestly, my first love. My parents signed me up when I was about 10 because I didn't like soccer very much anymore. After my very first practice, I was in love. This was exactly what I wanted to be doing. I went on to play for the next 8 years without a single break. Sometimes, I was even on 3 teams at the same time. I loved it and I couldn't get enough of it. I played Little League until I was to old to play anymore. I was also on the Varsity junior high team and when we moved up to high school I was on the Varsity high school team. When I was about 13, I started playing ASA (American Softball Association). ASA is a year-round team and tournaments start in early February and end in late October, sometimes November. Then you practice December & January. Anyways, playing on ASA, you travel alot all over your state and nearby states too. During summertimes, if my ASA team wasn't having a tournament that weekend, I would play on other teams if some of their players were out. I was even lucky enough to travel all the way to Hawaii to play in a tournament. Anyways, when I hit senior year in high school, things kind of changed. I was never very good in school so keeping my grades up was a major struggle for me. And I had to keep them up if I wanted to stay on the school team (and my other teams per my parents). So halfway through the season, probably about April, I quit the team. I needed to focus on being able to graduate instead of getting to the state playoffs. I never regretted my decision to quit, not once.......until when I woke up this morning.

It's the weirdest thing. I mean I've thought about it on occasion and things like that, and when I was going to community college, the softball coach was trying to recruit me. I couldn't play at that time though because I had to have a full-time job and go to school part-time. But this morning, looking back on it....I wish I would have just said, fuck it. I'm going to play college ball (even if it is community college) and be broke and have no money. I wish I would have just understood that it probably would have been one the best times of my life. But I didn't. And now, whenever I see my glove, it brings back very fond memories. It makes me sad to think about it. I'm happy where I am now and wouldn't give it up for anything (unless the USA Softball team showed up on my doorstep and said I was going to the starting shortstop today of course), but this blog is all I'm allowing myself to be sad about it and regret it. Once I'm done writing, I'm over it. I can't wallow in things that I should have done and I really don't like regretting something, so I hope that when I wake up on other Saturday mornings, I don't regret anything else that I've done. I don't think I will, I think I just happened to think about this because it was a very major part of my life, always has been and always will be. It could have been too that last weekend Josh was doing a minor clean-up of the garage and he came across the box that had all my trophies, uniforms, signed softballs and other memorabilia in it and he asked me where he should put it. Who knows, but its time to move on!

What are the goofy nicknames you have for your pet? Bonus points for sharing a picture of him/her.
Submitted by Papi Chulo.

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Moose.

But we call him:

- Poopey (fancy way of saying puppy)

- Moosy Poopey

- Turd

- Moosy Woosy

- Moose Monster

Headphone Harley

Harley.

But we call him:

- H-Man

- Har

- Har-far

- Harley Warley (Warley is his Wario name)

- Schnauzer

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Apollo.

But we call him:

- Apollo Wollo. He is to dumb to understand any other name than his given one.

So to piggyback on my last post...I saw Indiana Jones last Friday. It was better than I thought and I'm so happy that they kept it in the same general timeframe from all the other Indy movies. I was also quite pleased how it was filmed. Meaning that, they still filmed it like the original movies and kept everything cheesy yet entertaining. If you haven't seen yet and even slightly enjoy the original Indiana Jones movies, then I highly recommend that you go see this one in the theatre. I'm also glad they had someone who was evil with a foreign accent saying "Hello, Dr. Jones." It isn't a TRUE Indiana Jones movie without a bad guy saying that one little line :)

Leather Fedora

The new Indiana Jones came out yesterday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so excited to see it, I can't friggin' wait!

How many pair of shoes do you have? Out of those pairs, how many do you wear more than a few times a year?
Submitted by fightinggale.

About a million. I used to be seriously into shoes, especially since I had a corporate job and I had to go into the office everyday and you know, look professional. Now that I don't even have to take a shower in the morning if I don't want to, I only wear about 4-5 different pairs of shoes ALL friggin' year. I can't seem to part with my shoes though, I'm having a hard time. So they just kind of hang out and wait for me to wear them again.

So the economy totally sucks right now, I'm sure your aware and I don't need to explain. BUT...I'm wondering what is going on in my neighborhood. In the last week alone, the house next to us did some major yard remodel, pulled out some ugly plants, shrubs, bushes or whatever and laid down a very nice gravel side driveway and some concrete patio(they never do anything to their yard or house so it was surprising). The house directly across from us, is, as we type, laying a new roof and getting new gutters. And the house right next to them, also had a new roof laid down. And at the end of last year, our other neighbor on the other side of us, had new siding, new windows and a new roof put in. Soooo, whats going on? I work in the housing industry and I know for a fact that this ain't cheap, not right now especially. Are jobs getting bid extremely low so that at least there is a little bit of work to be done? I don't get it. I mean, I'm glad they are doing it, because its always a good thing for them and us when they do things to the outside of the house, but I would think it would be pretty darn expensive right now too? Or maybe not? I don't really know. But I thought it was cool and weird at the same time.

What is your definition of cheating?

I think, cheating is wanting to be with someone else in any capacity more than wanting to be with your significant other. It can be in an emotional, physical or mental capacity. It doesn't matter. At times, and in my opinion, its almost worse to be cheating on your significant other in a mental or emotional capacity rather than a physical one.

So yesterday we picked up a treadmill. I'm pretty sure the treadmill we got off craigslist for $20 is the very 1st treadmill to ever have been made. Anyways, I used it for the first time this morning. It works pretty good even though it sounds like we have an oil well pumping in our living room. Ehhhh, small things. So yeah, I'm telling myself that I must use this treadmill every day for at least 30 minutes. I must lose at least 15lbs. before we leave for Europe which is in 11 weeks (even though I could potentially lose 20lbs. but lets not get ahead of ourselves). The point is, is that I have to lose something before we leave. There is no way that I'm going to be taking pictures of my cottage cheese hiney while in another country and then scrapbooking them for the world to see just how dimply I really am. No thanks. I'll keep you updated of my progress...let's just hope there is actually progress.

What's holding you back from your dream job?
Submitted by Question of the Day.

Making money. My dream job would be running a non-profit animal rescue shelter. So I wouldn't be making anything. So until I can afford to quit making a decent amount of money, I'm stuck doing what I do.