For when you have a lot of cubics that need to be frozen.

Do you compact the cubics into 10 cubic feet so you can get them into the freezer?

I am comforting myself about no longer being in San Francisco by setting a farewatch for DFW to SFO.

::cries into her obviously inferior merlot::

From Slashdot:

"The US Food and Drug Administration is considering redefining 'chocolate' to allow substitution of vegetable oil ($0.70/lb.) for cocoa butter ($2.30/lb.), and whey protein for dry whole milk. There are already standard terms to differentiate these products from chocolate, such as 'chocolatey' and 'chocolate-flavored.' The change was requested by the industry group Chocolate Manufacturers of America. Leading the resistance to this change is high-end chocolate maker Guittard, with significant grass-roots support from the Candyblog. The FDA is taking consumer comments until April 25. Here is the FDA page on the proposed change, which oddly enough does not say what the proposed change is."

Not sure how I feel about that. Hmmm.

Add OAK to that farewatch, Daisy. My place is minutes from the airport and I'd gladly escort you to the land of excess.

As I was so fond of saying this past weekend "Okay!"

ETA: Done! And it's a little cheaper.

There's no crying in baseball.

You might think. Actually there's a lot of crying in Little League.

Thing is - that was a positive at-bat for Arabelle. She scalded the ball. That's all you can control in baseball is to put a good swing on the ball. You're not in charge of whether somebody catches it. This is actually not a bad life lesson.

The frustrating thing about Emmett and shortstop is...he's the best shortstop in the league at this point. Him and Arlo. He's like..."Whoa!" good. Literally. I've had parents on my team behind my shoulder exclaim "Whoa!" when Emmett throws somebody out from deep in the hole and the runner's only three steps from first base. There's no way he can make the play and then he fires a laser beam across the diamond for an out.

I might need to explain to Emmett that basically every single player in the majors was their high school shortstop. That's where the best athletes play.

My team was just driving me nuts. Two blown plays in the infield. Tentatively letting the ball drop in in the outfield instead of coming in to catch it. Violating my much stated cardinal rule of playing conservatively on defense - which means (and I need to reiterate this specifically) "When. There. Is. One. Overthrow. On. A. Play. Do. Not. Make. It. Worse. With. More. Overthrows."

Then there was the baserunning - as they tippytoed into each bag instead of sprinting there. Plus the classic "La La I got a single...Oops the ball is still in the outfield and I could've gotten a double."

And my least favorite...swinging at helmet high pitches. Which is only something I've told them NOT to do about 9,342 times in the last week.

My new strategy: Make them tell me what I want them to do with helmet high pitches.

Sorry about the baseball frustrations. We have practice tonight. Almost done with the season. Games Wednesday and Thursday. Then playoffs I think. I have nothing on my schedule after Thursday.

Yay sj! Well done.

Must to find coffee.

Gronk. I'm trying to get my sleep schedule back under control by getting up when TCG leaves for work. I've gotten into some bad habits lately. I'm not good at this morning thing.

Thing is - that was a positive at-bat for Arabelle. She scalded the ball. That's all you can control in baseball is to put a good swing on the ball. You're not in charge of whether somebody catches it. This is actually not a bad life lesson.

Baseball is really not my sport, but this really does seem like a good life lesson, particularly for kids.

My dad tells this story about my grandfather that ends with my grandfather telling his boss (when they were totally dirt poor) "You find a man who will lie for you and you've found a man who will lie to you." It's stuck in my head for years.