Jets to L.A.

*So later today I will be setting my feet down on the not- so- fertile soil of of Los Angeles and, true to form before any big trip I take, I couldn't sleep last night.  Think I'm nervous??  I suppose that it was around 4:00 AM when I finally got to sleep, so I'm praying to God that I don't have some stupid kid sitting behind me on the plane kicking my seat the whole way.  If this is the case I will turn around and go Arnold Schwartzanaager on his ass a la Kindergarten Cop.
 
*On a semi-related note I finally got to bed by watching my TiVO'ed Holland World Cup soccer match.  I'm not a huge soccer guy, but when I was down in Haiti I got really into this plucky Dutch team in the European Championships.  I guess I need someone to root for, so I figure I'll root for the underdog.  What's that you say?  Holland isn't an underdog.  Well, I'd like to see you try and play soccer in those damn wooden shoes.  Good luck, buddy.

*What can I really say about Sean Holmes, new store manager of the mighty 339?  From the moment he came you could tell that he is a high quality manager and from what I can see all its going to mean is that the store actually works.

*Does someone wanna do me a favor and turn the switch off in my head that makes me constantly think of work.  Please?  I mean, you guys gotta be pretty annoyed and uninterested.

*And finally, I'll miss you, babe.  Take good care of my two guys and hopefully when I get back Hank isn't scared to go outside anymore and you tell Wally to call me if his brother is picking on him too much.  Good luck with your first week of summer school and you show those kids who's boss.  Fail one of those little bastards for me.  Bye, hun!  Mooah!