Of Blogging and Baseball

This was going to be my first ever blog with pictures about my first ever Cubs game and my first ever time at Wrigley Field. However, due to technical difficulties (namely, user error) this was a failed attempt.

Yet I will pick myself up from the dust of my desperation and describe one of the happiest days of my life. I always knew I was a Cubbies fan, but there is just something about being in Wrigley Field that lights the burning fire of team loyalty, a fire I had begun to doubt within myself.

I went to the game with my folks on a beautiful Friday afternoon. The Cubs were playing the Pirates. I knew as soon as I walked through the gate that I was born to go to Wrigley Field. We had great seats about 10 rows back on the 3rd base line. The hot dog was spectacular (dare I say it rivaled J-Dawgs?). At the 7th inning stretch I bought my first ever Cubs shirt, which immediately earned favorite shirt status. A few times during the game the Pirates hit one into the stands, and of course the true Cubs fan threw the ball back onto the field. Unfortunately, the Cubbies broke my heart that day as they lost miserably to the Pirates 6-0 (although the Cubs won 7-5 on Saturday and 6-1 on Sunday).

So it turns out that this blogging experience is much like the Cubs themselves. They try and fail, yet they keep on playing game after game. Let's just hope that I am not cursed from picture blogs. Maybe I will try to picture blog again the next time the Cubs win the World Series. Or maybe when I succeed at the picture blog the Cubs' curse will finally be broken...

The Truth About Toothbrushes

I recently had a conversation with someone for about 15 minutes debating this issue. I would like all people in the world to know (and by that I mean all members of provoplatinum) that I would rather die a thousand deaths than share my toothbrush with another person. Seriously, I don't care how well I know you, or how long we have been friends...it's not going to happen so don't even ask. I respect coy and all that it stands for, but sharing a toothbrush is definitely crossing a line. I'm all about sharing antibodies in an attempt to cure the world of all disease, but the thought of sharing someone else's plaque makes me want to throw up. Just so you all know.

Mall Rats

Today my mom wanted to exercise, and since it is dangerously hot outside here in Rockford, she wanted to walk inside at the mall with the air conditioning. I got to thinking about the mall and all the people that it represents. Have you ever wondered if you should be classified as a mall rat? Please consider the following:

You go to the mall to buy anything from shirts to thank you cards.
You go to the mall to exercise in the morning before the stores even open.
The store owners and cashiers know you by name and ask about your personal life.
You find that all your funny/interesting stories take place at the mall.
You go to the mall to pick up on girls/guys and invite them to your parties.
You flirt with the cashiers at the mall in an effort to get discounts.
You crave food that can only be found in a mall food court.

If you can identify with one or more of these descriptions, then yes, you may be a mall rat. If you are surprised at your current mall rat status, please take solace in the fact that there are more among you than you probably realize... While I am certainly not a part of this association, please feel free to use this blog as a support group for yourselves.