Really? I didn't know that!

It's almost spring, when this Gal's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of baseball. And, of course, to my beloved, future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux. Believe it or not, there are still things for me to learn about him …

• I knew he played both baseball and basketball in highschool in Las Vegas. But I didn't know he spent his early childhood on an airforce base in Madrid.

• I knew that, through his Maddux Foundation, he supports youth programs and domestic crises shelters. I didn't know that last season he provided more than a thousand Padres tickets to San Diego children's charities, too.

I love him. Rumor has it this could be his last season. How I wish he was closing out his career where it started -- in the friendly confines of beautiful Wrigley Field!

Remember the good old days?

You know, like yesterday, when a pimple on my chin seemed like the worst of my worries.

Let's see now, what happened today? Calamities listed in order of appearance:

• A coworker of mine, one of my favorites, resigned. I hate this because our account has had quite a bit of upheaval lately. I worry about what our client will think. And I'll miss him. His wife is pregnant and I was looking forward to collecting money from the team and then picking out baby clothes. Sigh.

• A friend of mine called me in tears. Her husband demands that they put their dog up for adoption. He never wanted this dog, isn't an "animal person," and simply can't stand taking care of it. The dog recently ruined their hardwood floors with his urine and well, those floors were hard to refinish. Now I cannot understand how anyone could NOT want a critter in their home. How could you see a dog day in/day out for years and be copacetic about saying goodbye? However, to be fair, her husband has always said he didn't want to care for it, and as her job gets more demanding he is stuck alone with the dog more and more. I don't know shit about marriage, but something tells me this is not about the dog. I think her husband wants some tangible proof, some sacrifice, that indicates he's still the center of her life. I don't know what it says about me, but I'd find it easier to be nice to him next time we all get together if my friend told me he'd had an affair. I think this dog thing sucks.

• Remember my former boss? The one who had a biopsy last week? Results are in. He has prostate cancer. He was vague on the details today and I didn't want to press him. He and his wife are consulting a specialist tonight. Maybe he'll feel more like sharing tomorrow.

The best part of my day was the cherry danish I had for lunch. I feel slovenly and lazy as a result of it, but it felt wickedly indulgent at the time.

Heads & Tails #19

Today's theme is 7 favorites from any category. Here are my 7 favorite Beatle songs, in no particular order:

"I Will" (Who knows how long I've loved you? I know I love you still. Shall I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will.)

 "She Loves You" (Pride can hurt you, too. Apologize to her. Because she loves you, and you know that can't be bad.)

"Two of Us" (You and I have memories longer than the road that stretches on ahead.)

 "You're Gonna Lose that Girl" (If you don't take her out tonight, she's gonna change her mind. And I will take her out tonight and I will treat her kind.)

"Help!" (When I was younger, so much younger than today, I never needed anybody's help in any way)

"All My Loving" (Close your eyes and I'll kiss you. Tomorrow I'll miss you. Remember, I'll always be true.)

"You Like Me Too Much" (Though you've gone away this morning you'll be back again tonight, telling me there will be no next time if I just don't treat you right.)

Ah, just thinking of these made me smile!

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