Soft and sweet

I'm just going to pretend that I've never stopped writing -

I just bathed that cute little kid of mine. She is the danged sweetest thing on the planet. Olivia has started talking almost non-stop. I'll wake up at two in the morning and hear her talking to herself in the next room. She's discovered that her tongue getting in the way of her sounds makes for some funny blabber. She still loves when we whistle at her and has recently found a love for jiggling. (Not shaking. Homey don't play that game.) Here's a tiny video that I shot whilst some folks were visiting (and yes, it's two minutes of this same glorious sound):



Speaking of videos, here's the latest Ben and Willie collaboration:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uO3PUpznD14

Well, school is going great. I'm finishing up my business minor this semester. I'll be glad to have that over with. Then again, I've enjoyed some of the aspects of studying business, like marketing. I've got two English classes, as well. Contemporary Poetry, anyone? No thanks, but I had to take it. Learning is fun. Hooray for education. And now that my public service has been rendered, let's talk about Man-things:

Feelings. Feelings about men. Feelings about Brett Favre. Yes, we were all annoyed at his many indecisions, but have you seen the boy play lately? Holy crap! What a kick to watch the Vikings narrowly beat the Ravens. That was just a fun game. The second half had more scoring acuteness than any other game I've ever watched. And that kicker (after being put into such primo position) shanking the winning field goal? Loser! I'll say it: That guy is paid how much to miss such a winnable point? Yikes. It's one thing to lose on a hail mary pass, or trying to push the ball through a wall of defense, but it's quite another to be the sole guy responsible for losing the game. Do you think anyone offered any sort of condolence in that locker room? I think he cried by himself in the showers, a shunned man.

Anyone watching these baseball playoffs? I am continually amazed at how a single hit can change the entire face of a game (or how it can't). That 13 inning stretch of beauty in which both teams threatened but never capitalized was awesome. It was a battle royale. Sadly, those fetching Yankees pulled through, but you've got to admit (I have to admit) that the game was incredibly fun to watch.

Last Man-thing: We watched the Wolverine movie again. Oddly enough, it was much better the second time. "Oddly" because I loved it the first time. Well, minus the odd ending. Why did they have to climb that smoke stack? I still have that question after the second viewing, but I don't care as much. It had great action (take note, Michael Bay), great characters (great job Liev Schrieber), and Wade Wilson, everyone's favorite Merc with a Mouth. Sure, Wade eventually ends up looking like this, but we can accept that this will happen in the Deadpool movie. Nice.

So, I now sign off. Goodbye.