Thanks for dying for our sins, we're going to Vegas

I recently booked a trip to Vegas. A couple friends of ours said they wanted to go and that's all the reason we need to take a long weekend in Sin City. We batted dates back and forth, hoping to go in May but my schedule got in the way. We settled on a weekend in April that worked for the four of us and I booked the flight.

I woke at up 5:00 the morning after booking the flight. I don't normally wake up that early, but I started doing the math and realized we had booked our Vegas trip for Easter. My wife's family doesn't really celebrate Easter, but my somewhat devout Catholic family does. So now everyone has one more reason to believe I'm going to hell.
I was more concerned about our friends. I had told them the date and they had agreed, but what if they were pissed? After all, they hadn't reimbursed me yet and I didn't like the idea of eating their airfare. They were fine with it, so the only fallout is I feel like an idiot for not being a little more careful when selecting dates. That's ok, I'm fairly used to it.
The good news is all 4 people that follow my blog will be treated to another Vegas trip report. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea how this trip will turn out. We haven't traveled with this couple before. We know they drink a lot more than we do. He doesn't particularly care to gamble, while that's my sole purpose for going. Neither are very interested in shows (although he wants to see a topless review), while my wife will try to cram 8 shows into 3 days.
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You're out of what?!

I went to the local mall last weekend to do some shopping. I went to the food court first to get some dinner. I went to Arby's the get a roast beef sandwich and fries. I ordered and the clerk responded, and I quote, "We ran out of roast beef. It'll be 20 minutes before we have any more." Now I can see running out right before close. I don't think it's acceptable, but I can see how it might happen on a rare occasion. However, I ordered at 6:45 PM. Also, it's roast beef. It's what Arby's is known for. For my money, it's the only thing worth ordering.

This got me thinking about other things we will never run out of (but maybe we should).
Arby's running out of roast beef is like...
Congress running out of incompetence..
Christian Bale running out of unwarranted anger..
Bono running out of self-righteousness..
Tom Cruise running out of crazy..
Pepsi running out of new versions of Mountain Dew..
Las Vegas running out of prostitutes..
AIG running out of ways to flush taxpayer money down the toilet..
and finally...
Iowa State University running out of sheep to dress up as women and molest..

Ok, so maybe that last one went to far...but probably not.
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Softball Preview

With spring rapidly approaching, our attention is turning toward outdoor activities. We recently signed up the girls to play softball this summer. Mady, who's almost 9, is playing in her second season. Last year she started out fast by getting hits in her first 4 or 5 at-bats, then went into a slump, and finished strong. She's excited to play again, which is to be expected since she's always excited to play sports. Then there's Abby.

We were set to have Abby play basketball this winter. Then I tried to pass her the ball in the living room and it became very obvious that she wasn't ready. Instead of catching it, she bats it away. I decided to give it another year and maybe she'll be ready next winter. Either that, or she needs to play volleyball where slapping the ball away is perfectly acceptable.
Softball for Abby could be brutal. Most 7-year-olds aren't good at it, but I got a sneak peek of what it'll be like last night. She was sitting at the table while I got her a plastic cup. I told her I was going to throw it, because a)she needs to work on catching and b)it weighs 2 oz. so it can't possibly hurt her. I lofted it to her and it hit her square in the forehead. Her hands never made a move to catch it, and she didn't duck out of the way. She started crying and I consoled her. And that's what softball will be like this summer.
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