Tomorrow’s plan: baseball all day, college basketball all night.
Setting goals is so important.
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Like everyone else in the world I am “tidying up” these days, attempting to spark joy in the process. Whether or not I’m achieving true enlightenment I’m not sure, but the Marie Kondo revolution has given me one benefit I hadn’t foreseen.
I used to have to justify keeping old, odd, or unusual objects through various exercises in stammering and muttering, but now, thanks to Marie, I’ve got a new, simple phrase:
It sparks joy.
Bowling trophy from 1989?
Sparks joy.
Mix tape I made in 1992?
Sparks joy.
Movie stub from 20 years ago?
You better believe that sparks joy.
The winning phrase, “Lawyered!” is now…
“Kondo-ed!”
I do my best to patronize the sponsors of things I appreciate. Things like… the NCAA Tournament, which consumes my life every March. Coca-Cola already got me on that new orange vanilla flavor (delicious, by the way), so I thought I’d go Pizza Hut next.
Plus I had a coupon.
My coupon was for a “one-topping large pizza.” When I was apprised of my total something seemed a bit off. I’d asked for half pineapple and half extra cheese. I was charged for an “extra topping.”
Whoa, whoa. Half plus half is one. Don’t tell the math teacher anything else. I nearly pulled the do-you-know-who-you’re-talking-to card.
Math expertise aside… how about my pizza credentials? Fourteen years in the industry. No stranger to “toppings.”
All this to show my support for a little basketball.
March Madness, baseball just around the corner, and a new product from our friends at Coca-Cola. Yes, they keep coming out with new items after 132 years.
Just in time for Spring: orange vanilla Coke. Yes, you read that correctly. Oh that my father could have lived to see this day.
I definitely appreciate that the Coke folk are putting out “sample”-sized versions of this new treat. My local Harris Teeter had single cans for 79 cents. Usually one has to buy a few gallons of the new stuff just to get a taste.
Now to go back and buy a few gallons.
After all, March Madness is upon us.
At school I call it “March Mathness.”
Try to make the traditional office pool as unusual and complicated as possible, so that just picking who has the better mascot isn’t going to work.
Or maybe that’s what they want you to think.
Either way… it’s on.
Odell Beckham Jr. to the Browns?
Case Keenum to the ‘Skins?
Forget the Ides of March. This is the Twilight Zone.
And the Madness has already begun.
You know if we made our circles a little smaller we could be celebrating Pi Day today instead of tomorrow.
Or so it says on the Internet.
And you can’t believe everything you read on the Internet.
I’m not sure who’s setting the clocks or the temperature around here but I’m in favor of it.
Spring… is here.
Now somebody, please… March Madness and baseball… stat!
This Sunday is one of my favorite days of the year: the beginning of Daylight Savings Time. Let the record show I think the whole “daylight savings” program is ridiculous, but I do like the neat little trick we pull every March, forgetting of course what happens at the other end of the year.
The beginning of Daylight Savings Time marks another change around my house. Sadly it is the day we take down the Christmas lights.
Or as we call them…
lights.
Every year it’s the same routine: get sad on March 2 thinking about Joe and now his late father as well, then a few days later be happy again because it’s my son’s birthday!
Birthdays are a pretty big deal when you’re in your zeros. My son turned the big oh-five yesterday and I couldn’t have been happier for the little guy. Well, not so little… kid’s almost as tall as I am!
Well, that’s a stretch. But not by much.
Not by much.
Happy birthday, buddy! Let’s celebrate five years on this pretty cool planet!
You’ve got a lot of Irishmen smiling down on you from above too.