1. Last weekend Kjel.org went to Bellevue to visit the ‘rents, and let them have some time playing with the boys. It had been several months you see and the CEO’s parents were overjoyed to get some boy-time. They went to the pool and to the park and read and played and in general had a good time. Grandma bought the Jr VP six bottles of chocolate milk; he drank them all in a 48 hour period. Also he got to sleep on a top bunk in his own bedroom one night, an then slept in the room with his GP’s the other night. He stayed up several hours after bed time watching TV with them. We paid for it in the car on Sunday but that is neither here nor there.

It is only today that my right arm is no longer sore. I spent the majority of Saturday whipping a ball around with Cousin Chuckles, and rubber-armed I am not. I really need to limit my pitch count in any future outing and remember to stick with the soft stuff.

We visited the new home of Sister E and M-Poo. Too cool. Expect a goat for your birthday this year — he’ll help with the weeds.

2. The AK has been permanently wounded for several weeks now since he adds a new one as soon as an old one can heal. I need to rename him Danger Boy, as he has no regard for his own personal safety. On Sunday afternoon he did a giant running faceplant in the kitchen and banged his face on the ground. Blood? Oh yes there was blood. At least Danger Boy knows enough to stay on the hardwood when the claret makes an appearance.

3. The CEO is in Scotsdale right now for a work thing. Son of a bitch it is hot here. I know everywhere is air-conditioned, but hell, I cracked a pretty serious sweat getting from the plane to the airport terminal. From the airport to the hotel though? Me and a collegue pimped it in style. It only cost $7 more than a regular cab ride would have. I think it was worth it.

4. Upon arriving at the hotel I took inventory of all of the things that I’d failed to pack and/or had taken from me in the PDX security line: toothpaste, hair treatment, dress socks, a computer cord, and my cell phone. Poor packing on this trip by the CEO. Amateur mistakes, but I was able to fix everything (except that damn phone) and within an hour or so I was back in business. Otherwise it was going to be dress shoes with white socks and messy hair to match today.

5. I won’t comment on the business at hand except to say this: the CEO has broken many, many laws in his life — it’s one of my goals, sort of like eating one of every animal on the planet. Today I think I can scratch off another law from my list. See you in Hell, Sherman Act!

6. After a bbq a weekend back the craziest thing was found at the HQ. A hat that looks like it was designed for a Sasquatch (or perhaps Jack-in-the-Box) was found on our couch. It was a Seahawk hat after all so there might be something to the Sasquatch / Pac NW connection. Maybe he’ll come by and get it sometime?

7. Dinner shortly with our whole crew at this place: Pepin. I am a little bit worried, as this crowd has been rambunctious in the past. Please forgive anything posted here at midnight.