We Interrupt This Losing Streak To Bring You Cute.

I am a girl, and I am cashing in on my god-given right to cheer myself up with Cute Shit.

I'm sure you've all been biting your nails waiting for an update on Little Dude. Well, here you go. I took this picture on Friday morning:



Today, he was joined by a sibling:





Other than that...

Bitter

Jays lost. 'nuff said. Grumpy.

Hey, surely there's some good news elsewhere on the ol' blogosphere!

...or not.

(via Go Jays Go via Orioles Magic)


"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just polishing my MVP trophy. How many MVPs do YOU know who can't make that tag?"

Take note, Aaron Hill! That's what it takes to be an All-Star!

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Brighter news: the li'l baby blue jay is thriving. Just four days later, and he has the stripes on his face and he can fly short distances, though he has yet to master the art of landing. He did quite the faceplant trying to land on my chain link fence today.

Hrm.

I've been a little too busy to post much lately... busy, and totally lacking in material without regurgitating the same old game recap that's already been reworded 50 times on the RSS feed we all read. I was entrusted with the steering wheel at Go Jays Go on the weekend, and let's just say that the weak material made it easy for me. I was there at the Rogers Centre on Saturday and Sunday, spiffy new camera in hand, and there wasn't even anything worth photographing and posting. I'm getting disappointed in you, RC Jays fans. You're boring.

Tonight's Alcoholic Beverage Of The Game is the Killer Koolaid.

* 1 1/2 oz Vodka
* 1/2 oz Peach schnapps
* 1/2 oz Amaretto
* 3 oz Cranberry juice cocktail

This was my favorite drink when I was a broke university student. Maximum buzz, minimum cash.

(And now for something totally off topic...)

I've missed half of the game because of this little bugger, who I've been keeping an eye on for the last day and a half:



No shit, I found a baby blue jay next to my deck yesterday afternoon. He doesn't have his tail feathers yet and is too little to fly. I'm trying to keep him in my yard, because he hopped over to the neighbor's yard last evening, and proceeded to have a near-death experience with their cat, who, mercifully, is a pitiful hunter.

I've had to snag the baby jay up about five times now, after he's wandered over too far into feline territory. I think he's getting fed up of that; he squawks at me now. At least the parents leave me alone. I've fed them peanuts all winter, so they seem cool with me.