death by life

why is it that all of a sudden, i feel like my life is trying to attack me and kill me from 20 different angles? someone just shoot me in the foot, please.

or least just hose me down with one of these...

this came up when i searched "squirt gun" in google. remember when these babies were the thing to have in the summer? take me back to the days of super soakers. preferably the ones with the "extra ammo backpack." 

times were much simpler then. 

Padres

Last night, I went to the Padre game with Ellen and new friend, Shadi, and three things I have always wanted to have happen/witness occurred:

1. Seeing three shirtless guys leap over the left field wall and run across the field. (One actually slid into home plate, the crowd went nuts.)

2. Making it onto the jumbo tron. 

3. (ALMOST) catching the ball. 

I love baseball games and even though we lost to the Brewers last night, I believed it to be a perfect Tuesday evening.