Trash talking is for fools

Woof 0 - Porcupine 2. Nice move blockhead. Dogs, like boys, they never learn.

I've learned though, learned how to make another quilt. I made this flannel baby cover for my buddy Kelly who is expecting in August. Happy baby day Kelly! Quilting has been good for me, it keeps my idle hands busy and distracts me from working on my thesis. Perfect!

Living in RedSox country has been a little tiresome for a couple of diehard Twins fans like Ben and I. "We won the World Series last year", "We have a great pitching staff","All our starters made the All Star Team", blah, blah, blah blahbahhhh! "Who won '87 and '91, huh, tell me who won?!" Anyways when the red hot Twins rode into Fenway for a series with the slumping RedSox I took full advantage of the opportunity to do a little trash talking to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately my talk came back to bite me as the series did not at all go the way we had planned. Wednesday evening we returned home to find a gift to reminds us how many games the Twins won against Boston. Oh there will be other games and ....I should probably just stop talking.

Back in MN we had a gigantic garden, about 100' by 50'. Ben loved it because he HAD to use a full size tractor to maintain the thing, I hated it because it took many, many hours to weed and water the thing. Here in Maine we have a sweet little 8 by 8 garden. I can weed and water this baby in 5 minutes flat. Now that is the kind of garden I dig and I bet my right hand we will pull more veggies out of this little fertile plot then we ever got out of the Minnesota monster.