rise and shine

i am not a morning person. this is not much of a surprise--i love staying awake late into the night, and if i could get away with it, i'd start a second pot of coffee at nine p.m.

i would LIKE to be a morning person, but i am far too lazy to start that path on my own. last night i told jeremy he should wake me at seven a.m., as he was planning to be up at 630. (mind you, when we first started dating, we didn't go to BED until 630.) lo and behold, he actually did! i walked downstairs and gave him a kiss (i thought he was leaving) and then went back to bed.

but i am a total pavlovian coffee dog. jeremy had a pot of very strong, very fresh, very delicious coffee brewing i could smell from upstairs, and i am not one to sleep when there is coffee ready. like a more sleep-deprived, less cheery character in an eighties folger's commercial, i came shuffling down the stairs at 730. congratulations to me!

making it all the stranger, evie is still sleeping. i have thus far read everything online i have felt like reading, caught NPR-Morning Edition (which i always sleep through), played scrabble, made pancake batter, brewed another half-pot of coffee, fed the dog, etc. this morning business isn't half bad.

it was a balmy 40+ degrees here over the weekend, and the hint of spring on the wind made me quickly impatient and nostalgic for baseball. i cannot wait to pen the windows, let the breeze carry through the (NEW!!!) house, and listen to the tigers on the radio. sigh.

that said, this is great news. i plan to drag jeremy and evie to a mid-season game to see young zumaya make his comeback. this, however, is lame news. i had roger clemens pegged as an utter rat bastard prior tot he "subway series" when he threw at mike piazza's head (and i believe knocked him out cold). his unending dramatics every effing season, the "will clemens play another season" and "who will overpay roger to perform poorly and refuse to travel?" make me want to smack him. i have no warm hugs-and-apple-pies feelings for him.

but roger roger roger, come the fuck on, i don't fault anyone for using hgh. playing 160ish games in eight months, performance-incentive-laden contracts, bodily wear and tear--yes, take the hgh. it is your future tumor, your earning potential is limited, and you are, in the end, a product. (aside: congress, if we're really going to be capitalist, butt out of baseball...it isn't a sport, it's a business.) but really, lying about it? blaming your wife? oh, roger. i wish joel zumaya would take hgh! i wish everyone making a living from their body (except prostitutes) had the option to heal faster. (make no mistake, i don't believe in steroids. but hgh is fine by me--it isn't going to make you better, just more durable.)

but lying i will never abide.

alright, kids, the sun is shining, it is snowing, and i think it is time to make pancakes. woot.