Right now I really wish I was a baseball manager, because they're allowed to have temper tantrums even though they're grown up.

I'm being perfectly mature and civilized, but it'd really be a relief to my feelings to knock over some equipment or steal first base, the actual physical base itself, you know, generally be Lou Piniella on a bad day.

What I actually have to do is politely ask our neighbors, for the second time in as many months, to please make sure their friends, most of whom are also our friends, to park far enough from the mailbox so that we can get our mail. And I hate to do this, because I'm sure they're thinking I'm all obsessive about this stuff. Which I am, because I'm a writer. I don't even have the excuse of waiting for a check, because the one check I'd been expecting came yesterday. But it could be that rejection on Novel 1.0 from Major Regency Publisher, freeing me from any worry of having to write the last 100 pages in 10 days! Or it could be a rejection on an open magazine query, freeing me to submit to another market! Or even the February issue of one of my writing magazines! But I won't know until Monday now, and I always have a niggling worry that the mail will drop into a black hole somewhere when this happens.

i'm just popping in to share this.

Wrod...I do that, too. Of course, it doesn't help that that is probably the closest I get to spiritual faith...hoping there's something "good" in my mailbox. Oh, please, let it be here today! If it shows up, I'll be a good person *all* my life. and etc. OK, I'm a little embarrassed to confess that my Jesus works for the Postal Service.

Ewww!

t throws first base at tiggy

bwahaha!! seeing you guys post about him reminded me of that horror someone inflicted on me. i figured i'd return the favor. *g*

OK, I'm a little embarrassed to confess that my Jesus works for the Postal Service.

I'm picturing the icon for this, sort of like those soccer Jesus and hockey Jesus figurines that people post links to every so often. Or else one of those books in the "what if Jesus came back, but all unobtrusive-like" genre. But I hope he's not our delivery driver, because I'd be hell-bound for sure after what I said and thought about him today.....

tiggy, the page errored (is that a word?) out on me. What was it?

Cindy, a couple of Shar Pei puppies and David Hasselhoff.

Great new cut, Hil!

Sara's cuteness right now is this: When she's crying and I pick her up, she pats *my* shoulder first. Whether she thinks it's supposed to be reciprocal or she's asking for the back pats she gets when I'm trying to soothe her, I don't know, but it breaks my heart every time.

Awww.

Happy Birthday, Windsparrow!!!

i'm just popping in to share this

Someone pass the brain bleach please.

I am at Mom's due to the landlord that does not shovel. I am hoping I won't be stuck here past tommorrow, and I am so happy that I won't have to deal with this soon.