Once again it is early in the morning and I am privy the coworkers calling their kids. This happens every day. Today was, once again, a reminder to the kid to get up and ready for a baseball game/practice in an hour. There was a laundry list of things to do: get up, have some breakfast, shower, get your glove and bat, be in your uniform, and don't forget your hat.

Another coworker in the opposite direction was having the usual good morning routine with their kid. I hope these kids are young.. but then again they can't be too young and be home alone, right?

Man I don't believe I was ever woke up for summer. I just know if I had something planned and I was being picked up the onus was on me... and my ass was grass if at the end of the day my folks came home and my list of shit wasn't done. Cest la vie.

In other news my Cousin got a taste of how I roll when out. we were out Tuesday (five days in a row of being out? I am broke mother f'ers!) and made the grand sweep across west-o (north to south). It turns out not a lot of shit is going on Tuesday nights but C-dizzle hooked us up at the 'Box. I think that big-boy glass of liquid cocaine did him in. While I was just exhausted from the last five nights he was way sick. I am talking Dramamine and gatoraide ill. Bwahahaha. J-dog wins again.