The basement bathroom drain issue I mentioned a week ago, it seems to be fixed now. The contractor came over late last week and fished out a half dollar sized rock from the drain. That did help a bit, yet the drain was still backing up. He returned this week dumped some hardcore stuff down the drain. Whatever he used a few days ago, it did the trick. I don’t want to know what exactly was used though. It was explained to me by the contractor it’s gunk used to remove mortar from bricks. Powerful it is no doubt.
After our victorious 4-0 soccer win, I took my second shower in the newly remodeled bathroom. Is it possible to love a bathroom? For those interested, yes… I did score a goal for you. I think I promised four people (my wife, Airam, Jane, and Queen) I would score a goal yesterday and dammit, I made them proud. It was the ugliest goal ever, but who really cares. I know I know… I make similar promises before every game, but I need to enjoy the moment.
Speaking of showers, why do I always run out of shampoo when I have a full bottle of conditioner? Pisses me off.
For the losers in the crowd who happen to watch American Idol, that beatboxin’ Blake dude is from my hometown. He went to my high school. Nope, I wasn’t in the crowd with an "I love Blake" message scribbled on my abs, but it sure was freaky seeing my hometown on national TV. Bothell, Washington represent yo!
Since I’m an attention whore, I’m busy working up a new baby game. Such ideas include guessing the birth date, baby weight, actual baby name, eye color, meals consumed at the hospital, items left at the house, how many pictures will I take at the hospital, hours of labor, birth position used, etc. Trust me, this new contest will be fun for all. The winner of the contest might get to keep the placenta. What a great prize, beats the hell out an iPod sock I’ll never send.