This morning, as the kids were quietly watching the Danger Rangers, Laura and I were in the kitchen. Jack came sauntering in, looked up at us and said, “Ben didn’t hit me.”
OK. Thanks for the update, Jackson.
For those of you following the travails of the Penchuk clan via the Internets, today’s a big day. Laura and Ben just left the house on their way to Ben’s first day of kindergarten. Amazing to think that he’s already headed off to school. We’re proud of him. He’s excited and ready to go. We sent him off with lunch money (he thought that was pretty cool).
Time really flies. I can’t believe he’s already off to school.
If NBC was to lose Cris Collinsworth, their Olympics coverage would improve three fold. He’s a doofy nerd.
A while back I wrote about everyone needing to find a niche. Well, here’s another one from the Wall St. Journal in an article about Barry Zito’s recent pitching woes:
Andrea Mallis, a Berkeley, Calif.-based astrologist who specializes in baseball prognostications, says Mr. Zito’s charts show he was just entering a “Neptune cycle,” a period of sluggishness and confusion that lasts two to three years. (Ms. Mallis has never worked with Mr. Zito, a Taurus, but she did get his birth time and location from his mother at a game.)
I guess as long as you’re the best in your niche, anyone can make a living.