April 4th-5th - 0-3

Got a lot done this weekend, but none of it all that much fun. First of all, there was the Wil Research Easter egg hunt on Saturday. This is the medical research facility in Ashland, at which my mother-in-law works. They do outsourced research on animals. Dogs, mainly. Beagles. How 'bout that? Come to where they kill they dogs and find yourself some chocolately goodness. Bonus if you find the eggs with the lip gloss or cure for cancer.

Anyway, I don't like the Easter egg hunts. They're not hunts anymore...they're pick ups. You don't have to hunt for the eggs at these things...they're everywhere. Just laying in the grass. You just have to pick them up. And there are a hundred screaming kids with they're doubly annoying parents. But my wife makes me go every year. So, I do. The kids enjoy it, too, obviously, so that's cool.

And Sam won the coloring contest for his age group. Last year, Sophie won. Sadly, neither prize was a scholarship.

Sunday, I spent the whole day...see below:



That's some before and after action, bitches. That lady interested in buying our house is going with an FHA loan, and FHA won't provide that loan if there's any work to be done, including painting. So, I had to strip and paint the garage. My buddy David Temple helped, which is good because he always works much harder than I do. I still have the back to do, and there's some wood that needs replaced, but I'm pleased with how much better it looks now. Between that and the kitchen work last week...



...that old place is starting to look pretty good. Hopefully, good enough for the inspectors this week.

And while this work was going on, the Wild lost a heartbreaker to the Red Wings. We came back from an 0-2 deficit in the first to tie it 2-0, and it looked as if we'd at least get a point, but Detroit scored with 55 seconds left to win 3-2. Mathematically, we're still in it. Realistically, good night.

Oh, and never watch The Transformers. There's so much wrong with that movie that I can't even begin to take it apart. It's Saw-like in its total absence of plausibility, even after you've accepted the robots from another planet.

Pass to the end-zone is incomplete.

My ball: 3rd and 6 on Life's 20.