Ojo Rojo

I thought we should have done nothing, personally. Fans always clamor for additions. We gave up way too much for Kikuchi when we have SPs coming back from injury and our farm is already light.

I don't know how long she was with this particular boyfriend. He was a bouncer at Stubb's and worked nights so it's not even necessarily true that he was a lazy piece of shit just because he was laying on the couch at 5 p.m. She and I have been together for 18 years, married for 15.

Every day for us right now my wife and I have to coordinate who takes what kid to which camp, who picks them up, what we're doing with the dog that day, etc. Yesterday she was able to take all three kids to camp in the morning because she had the day off. I didn't have anything on the calendar at work until an 11:30 meeting so I decided to chill at home for the morning. We just moved and we have boxes of shit all over the house so I have a ton of shit to do. I unpacked a few boxes, organized a few things then ate breakfast, made a cup of coffee and laid down on the couch to read the news on my phone. My wife came home around 10 and saw me on the couch. She got all pissed off and said, "I took all of the kids to camp this morning so you could just go into work without worrying about anything. I wish you would have told me you weren't going to the office this morning." I just looked at her and didn't say a word, went upstairs to take a shower and get ready to go into the office for my meeting. Later, she texted me that she was sorry she got angry, but the reason she did is that she had a boyfriend one time who was a lazy piece of shit and she worked her ass off and would come home to him laying on the couch all the time. I own and run my own business, work an average of 55 hours a week and have an income at or near the top 5% in the U.S.

Hmmm...I thought he'd be a San Francisco treat.

Well, the move is officially completed. Cleared the last bits out of the old house yesterday evening. Something notable happened: My wife kept telling me that the cable company needed us to take our existing modem to the new house for installation. I wondered why she kept telling me this. Finally, we're down to the very last things to take and she said it again. So I asked her, "Are you wanting me to go get it for you?" (I was busy moving heavier, outdoor-type shit.) She replied, "Will you just come upstairs with me where it is?" The lightbulb went off. "Do you not know what the modem is?" She didn't answer. So we go upstairs to the closet where the hub is. I immediately grabbed the modem, which said "Xfinity" on it (we have Xfinity as our provider). I unscrewed the cable and handed it to her. The other choices of objects that could have been the modem (she obviously was unsure which of these items was the modem) were an AT&T modem that was not plugged in to anything and that had been left over from the previous owner and had been sitting on the shelf in the closet for seven years. And this:

I'll save you the suspense. A bunch of shit is not ready, Ojo flies around making shit happen, I speak some truth to the wife, Ojo gets no pussy for a month. The end.

Update on the move: Moving day is Saturday. We have spent the last month or so preparing - giving shit away, throwing shit away, wife putting shit on FB marketplace, etc. We rented a storage unit to put things we know we will not need right away. Plus, the new place is smaller so some of it might not fit at all. Anyway, time is short. We are at the point where we don't have time to look through everything and make decisions about whether to throw, give, sell, store or move. There is now only one option: move. It cannot stay at our current house. Everything has to be out by Tuesday and 99% of it needs to be ready to go by Saturday morning. So each night of the past week I have been packing boxes, wrapping artwork in blankets, taking shit to the storage unit and the new house. Inevitably I will catch her taking pictures of items and making runs to different charities, leaving shit on our front porch, talking with the people when they come to pick it up - all of which takes precious time. I cannot count the number of times she has asked me the question, "What do you think we should do with this?" (My answer that I don't say: "Put it in a fucking box and move it.") She's fucking exasperated all the time, complaining about how much work everything is, even outside of the move. I think to myself, "Well maybe if you didn't create so much goddamned work for yourself it wouldn't be that bad..." (And she's still trying to move everything at once. There is a huge box in the kitchen with ONE pot in it. She put it in there and moved into another room and started fucking with something else. So we have a shitload of open boxes throughout the house taking up valuable floor space, none of which are fully packed and ready to be moved.)

No mixing, thank goodness. If there was, this would be me:

We are currently moving. The number of stupid things my wife has done as part of the process are beyond count. The biggest, though, is that she is packing everything all at once. As in, she has boxes opened and partially packed all over the house. No single cabinet or room is empty; no single box is full. Everything in our house is in the process of being packed, but nothing is actually completely packed. I don't understand this at all.

His dick felt good inside her mouth.

Wife: Can you turn the temp down on the hot tub? Ojo: Sure. Is it too hot for you, or what? Wife: No, I set it to 105 so it would get hotter faster, but now it's at the right temp. Ojo: You know that setting it to a higher temp doesn't make it heat up faster, right? Wife: *Confused look on face.*

Considering the adversity the team has faced because of injuries, I'd say we're doing pretty damned good. To be at .500 right now is fortunate.

Oh, I would say it's aggy-level delusion. Same as it ever was.

Man, you could not script this any better.

Went to Royal Gorge on a Boy Scout trip. We were on a hiking trail and one of the leaders stopped for pictures at this promontory boulder. 1,000 ft. straight fucking down. Each boy got on the rock (including my son) to take a photo with this huge void in the background. I kept picturing one of the boys horsing around and knocking a kid off to his death. I think I caught PTSD from that shit.

I still use an iPod.

Nah, man. That's Ving Rhames.

Which one? I don't know who the black girl is, but the white girl is Bobbi Althoff. She's a newly famous podcaster or influencer or whatever. She's sneaky hot. Her interviews are a bit, thankfully.

I know of one in the last series. I can't remember who it was, but the guy stole second. The announcers said that we had not thrown anyone out all year and the guy tried to steal third. Diaz threw him out. It was kind of insulting though. Just daring us to try to throw someone out trying to steal.

When TF do you switch Bregman and Pena? How long do you keep it like it is before making a move? What's the logic here? I'll hang up and listen.