We had a kickball game tonight. I scored a run (first one of the season for me). Also, I got on base both times I was up.

But, the best part? I was playing second base and made two outs.

Unfortunately, the second one ended up like this:

It was a forced out at second and the ball was kicked into the outfield. I stood on the base, waiting for the throw, which I caught. Right before the base runner slammed into me. I said, "Ow!" put my hand up to my face, pulled it back, looked at it, and said, "Guys? I think I'm bleeding."

That was an understatement.

At least I made the out.

*I have one tomorrow.

Stacy and Sara came up this weekend, and we had a blast. We headed out west to do a little wine tasting/touring. We started at Wintergreen Winery on Friday. We also hit Hilltop (Fruit wines and meadery! I’m not usually a fan of the fruit wines, but I do love a good pear wine.), Cardinal Point, Afton Mountain and Veritas, where everyone was quite dressed up, it seemed. Also where one of the people tasting wines asked, “What’s a vintner?” (Answer: Something you should know before you go wine tasting.) We stayed in Charlottesville that night and watched 5 firework displays from the top of a parking deck near UVA.

Saturday, we started at Oakencroft Winery. (These wineries are all on the Monticello Wine Trail). We headed north towards Culpeper to visit two more, Sharp Rock and Old House. (I’m certain I’ve mentioned those before, which should be proof enough that I’ll go back to wineries, so if anyone wants to do a wine tour…)

We finished off the wine tour by hitting IKEA. As you do.

Yesterday, I went to the camera store to buy an SD card. You see, my camera had chosen to crap out right before I went on vacation. So, I bought a new one. It came with a $20 gift card but you couldn't use the gift card until the next day. I waited to buy a memory card and ended up going to a different branch.

I told the salesman that I needed an SD card, and he said, "We're running a special right now. If you buy a 2-pack of 4GB cards, you get a free pedometer."

WG: "What?"

I spent the last week in Maine. Love! I have stories and pictures to tell, but likely not tonight, as Randy is graduating from fire academy.

So, I’ve not written because I feel like I should write about my vacation. Here’s the thing, though. My vacation, while thoroughly enjoyable, did not lead to good blog fodder. We went to Maine. Kayaked, hiked, shopped in NH (no sales tax), and visited with my Aunt (she lives up there). All wonderful, but not the most exciting things to read about. So, no vacation write-up. I do have tons of pictures, which I will upload to flickr someday.

Last week Randy graduated from fire academy. The ceremony was last Monday. I had planned on heading up there from work, but we lost internet/e-mail, so I left early. (Seriously, I ran out of things I could do.) I called TRgirl to see if she wanted to carpool, and she said, “That would work out well. You can drive my car home.” It turned out that she and Randy were planning on going out with the rest of his class to celebrate after the dinner at his parents’ house. They were going to put Monkey to bed there, go out, pick Monkey up, and then head home. His parents live about 30 minutes away from them; I live five. So, we simplified things. I drove her car home with Monkey in it, put him to bed, and hung out until the got home.

TRgirl: You don’t mind? It won’t mess up your plans?
WG: Well, my plans were to go home and watch TV. You have a TV.

(Confidential to TRgirl: That crying he did in the car? Over as soon as we started driving off. Clearly just a show for you.)

Also, I am very proud of Randy.

Thursday I went to the Trace Adkins concert . I am very curious as to how they sell that particular concert series to the acts. “So, you’ll be playing at an outdoor stage in an office park.” “An office park?” While there, I mocked on of Randy’s firefighting compatriots for flirting with the young (15-16) girls who were flirting with him.

Saturday we went to see Mamma Mia! That movie? Fun. Except for when Pierce Brosnan sings. That part makes your ears bleed and the baby Jesus cry.

are finally up and can be found here.

People keep stealing my stapler. It's apparently a hazard of having a desk located near the copier.

I have now labled my stapler.

It's a black swingline stapler.