In eight days the new furniture is coming. Then two weeks later it's the NFL draft. Approximately eleven weeks after that my son should be here. Three months after my son's birthday I intend on knocking up my wife again ( Irish twins). I have not exactly convinced Allyson that this is a good idea. Yet. Give me time... There was exactly 22203354 seconds until Christmas about a minute ago, give or take a couple of seconds. All of this and I still need to go fishing for the first time this year. Now do you people understand how busy I am?
That's pretty heavy shit if you ask me, and I didn't even smoke any pot when I was thinking about all of this stuff. And to top it all off, next time I'll be 40. Time is definitely moving at a steady pace and for some reason I've been dwelling on my own mortality again. According to one of the 25 pregnancy websites we check in on daily, It's typical for a guy to think about where his life has been and where it's going right before he's about to become a father.
Besides getting this place ready, pondering my existence, and watching TV; I've also had this insatiable desire to buy a baseball mitt for days. It's been years since I actually played baseball, and as far as sports go I like football 10 times better. Yet, every time I go to Target I find myself sneaking off to try on a glove. Maybe it's because I'm brainwashed by the movie Field of Dreams or maybe it's because I used to play catch with my father when I was a boy. The fact that my father never wore a glove, once, when we played catch really doesn't matter. It's a bit peculiar but it doesn't diminish the fact that he indeed played catch with me. Come to think of it I don't think we ever tossed a football around. He might have thrown a football at my head once or twice, but that was a lot later in life, and more than likely I deserved it. I too will play catch with my son someday. The only difference is that I will be wearing a baseball glove.
I forgot to mention that Heroes returns in 11 days on my time line. It's really not that important to me, but I guess I've also been brainwashed by that announcer with the really annoying voice on NBC who sounds like he's jerking off every time he plugs one of their shows.