Ribs, barbecued and cracked

I am heading to St. Louis on Thursday to visit some relatives there. Not sure exactly what I'll be doing there, except go to a baseball game against the Rockies and grease my colon up on some ribs and such. It'll be nice, though. I see very little of my extended family, anymore, it seems, and they are a nice bunch of people. And on this side of the family, very successful in work and in life, even despite some bumps. Major bumps. One family member has battled drug and alcohol addiction, but overcome it and helped the community that he still feels a part of, by helping with Harris House and Hilljack House. He is still very much a family man as well, imperfect as that aspect of his life may also be. To me, he exemplifies responsibility. He accepts his disease, and his susceptibility to breaking sobriety, and lives. Very much lives. Lives for others and himself, which are intertwined things.

I watched The U.S. v. Czech republic today. Or at least the first half. I would have liked to see the finish. To me, we didn't suck, but a loss is a loss, and the 0-3 result puts us below Angola---yes, very bottom. They lost as well, but my an 0-2 margin, which means they have a -2 goal differential, to our -3. And that is the tiebreaker.

Not sure what else to say. I discovered a mysterious disposable camera in my room the other day. On wednesday, I will likely get that developed and upload some more. Also, I am in the process of transferring my photos to Flickr. That will be done, and the rest of my links back up, I'm sure. And when I get back, more pics, I hope.

Tah tah.

P.S. Do most of you write out your blog and then think up a title, or the reverse? I like entry titles; not sure why. But I have a hard time with that. I should just not think; not try too hard to be clever.