We have friends visiting this weekend from Albany and Princeton. One of the crew is pregnant, so I've been thinking about non-alcoholic cocktails. She was more of a dirty martini type of person before she got pregnant. Anyway, I was looking on BabyZone and saw this one. What do you guys think?



Also, the Kir Royale looks promising for the rest of us. Don't get me wrong, I love Bourbon, but these types of mixed drinks are awesome.

I love watching Wimbledon. Of course, today I can't watch Andy Roddick and Andy Murray, and it seems like it's a good match, but I will definitely be watching Wimbledon finals.

It's been a while, and my rants aren't as caliente as they once were. Once in a while Jerry's fiance will make a remark concerning how mellow and even tempered I am. Some may confuse this with being dispassionate. I don't have a certain Swede's hair trigger temper but I still do get pissed off like everyone else. I'm not a saint.

I may have spit on a waitress last night at Fat Bob's. Totally by accident, of course, I'm not an asshole, but I've been getting over this Chronchitis, bringing up phlegm and snot and have had to get it out of my body. We were outside, and I tried to be courteous and dip my head around the corner when getting the shit out of my system yesterday, and sure enough this waitress comes barreling through. She got a little spittle on her leg or something. Let me tell you from experience, no apology is going to satisfy someone in her situation.

I was horrified that she got a lil contact, but I can't feel bad about doing something that is more or less involuntary when you're getting over an illness. I tried my best to apologize, I really did, but she insisted on being a bitch the rest of the evening. Came round and said how disgusting it was. Came around again and called me and my friends pigs. My friends didn't have a fucking thing to do with it!! I don't know her name, but if I did I would publicly call her out. This prickly little tart couldn't accept my apology and move on with life. You know what? Fuck off. The guy thing to do is to say you need some dick in your life. One of my pals ended up getting sick of her and telling her off, which resulted in us moving on to Colter Bay. Next time I see her I'm going to ask her out.

Next - one of my pet peeves is passive aggressive insulting. By pet peeve I mean it makes me very angry. You know what I mean - the kind of bullshit that makes you think "Is this guy actually trying to break my balls?" For some reason or another, people think they're so goddamned smart that as long as they attempt to mask their insult nobody will be able to figure it out. Michael George Hake is one of these people. Yes, pat yourself on the back again, numbskull, and bask in your glory. This is the kind of person who yells their own name while beating off. Michael George Hake, let me give you a piece of advice. Stop being a passive aggressive pussy and say what you mean if you want to insult someone. I didn't find your "joke" funny at all. You don't know me, and don't know the Jasonisms. And Josh actually apologized to him for tearing him an ass! Fuck's sake! I'm gonna remember that, Joshy.

Lastly - Al Franken. I suppose for most people this is "Nuff said" but I look forward to one of the most hateful and bitter people in the world making clowns out of the people who voted him into office. For the life of me I can't figure out what would compel anyone to vote for that guy. It's astonishing. It's like a boozed up Michael Savage getting the confidence of the electorate. I don't think they're mentally fit. The guy in interviews is trying to make himself look like a scholar, JFC it is absolutely revolting. He walks the earth while the blessed Billy Mays is tits up. I am going to get a ton of mileage out of that asshole, so I guess that's the silver lining.

On my recent golf vacation in Florida, we saw these birds roaming the course. I don't know anything about birds, but some of you know plenty. What kind of bird is this, and why is it so comfy on the tee box?

Well, yesterday was my 3rd sick day this year. The diagnosis was Acute Bronchitis, and they gave me a nuclear antibiotic and an inhaler, as I had been complaining about difficulty breathing.

It really wasn't much fun. I got about 9 hours of sleep, but when I drove Josh to work, then back home, honest to God I could have just collapsed on the couch again. I was exhausted just walking from the car to the door. Then I had to jump right out again and get to the doctor's office ("Can you be here in 15 minutes?").

But I pretty much rested the whole afternoon and the whole evening, kept up my regimen of drugs and puffs on the inhaler. Watched a little bit of Patton which lifted the spirits. I got a good night's sleep last night again and this morning I think I'm a little better.

I'd like to be more or less fully functional by tomorrow, because I've gotta help Jerry do some moving into his fiance's place, and then our buddy Joe's girlfriend into Joe's place. There best be booze involved because this week has been about the cleanest living week I've had in a bit. Heh.