Curses...

That didn't last long...

I was sitting at the field waiting for practice when the call came in to the Shroomphone.  Someone was in need.  I found the nearest phone booth, changed into my caped avenger outfit and flew to the rescue.

Turns out they didn't need help.  They are just lazy.  Hey Shroom, I have some work that I'm getting paid to do and thought you may want to help me do it.

I do......for the last time.

I missed my workout.  My spirit is not in the shape I wish it to be.  But....at least I'm writing.

Here are some of the things I worked upon today...

Now to get it inspected.....

And I did this...

And last year I was doing this...

And I wrote this...

Brian’s 12^th Birthday Poem
Written by stu pidasso
19Mar2013

Usually when something is lost

Immediately, we know the cost

Of the thing or things we miss

Occasionally, though, it takes time

Like the slow build up of grime

On the neck of your brother, Chris

Sure, you shake your head in disgust

But I know, and you can trust,

Without y’all life would have no bliss

For now that Georgia has taken you two

I am left in Texas, sad and blue
And having you back would be my wish

So blow out your candles, Birthday Boy

I hope you get that wanted toy

But no matter know that you are missed.

Hug your brother, mom and dad

Know that thinking of you makes me glad

And you four will always be on my list

 

Of people I hope to see again

Like an old, long-lost, best friend

Who gets a fist bump, hug or kiss.

 

Back at work, too.  Another day, another dollar.

 

II