Oh darn, am I late in stabbity-poking Katie's ex-boss (and good riddance, ptui!)? I have a collection of stabbity objects. Fortunately or un, they're also edged, though, so I mustn't get carried away.

Of course I always hear Richie Cunningham impersonating Richard Widmark in Kiss of Death, "Cut, cut, cut! Slice, slice, slice! (evil cackle) Heheheheh!" when I contemplate Katie's e-vile ex-boss.

Me and ironing don't get along. I'm okay with hanging clothes up carefully to dry, but there is no ironing of the wardrobe here. That brown paisley suit looks like it has survived the trauma of the washer. So, Ginger, is it sweats or jeans that you sloven in? Me, I prefer something from the velour family.

Hec - did you see the big news? We the the Big Hurt for a year. If you want me to try to get his autograph at Spring Training, bring me a ball sometime.

Holy shit. That means they'll probably trade Payton or Kielty, move Swish back to RF and DJ to 1B. Still - that's a big damn bat if he can stay healthy. And the A's have a long tradition of picking up Veteran Black Sluggers: Dave Parker, Don Baylor, Ron Gant, Dave Justice...

If he can stay healthy...

Oh I don't iron either. It's just that I don't get to see the stuff that needs to go to the cleaners as often because it sits in a bad in my backseat for weeks and months until I actually manage to stop and give them my clothes and my money. On the upside, instant new wardrobe once I pick things up.

David - Interesting thought. I haven't wrapped my brain around the new acquisitions yet. I think they would be more likely to keep Payton over Kielty, though who knows.

The countdown to Spring Training is ON. I even printed out the map for our drive to Phoenix - 10.5 hours according to Yahoo. I should find out if any Buffistas live along I-10...

Didn't I once read that it's a good idea to take dry-cleaned garments out of their plastic bags and let them air out, so they don't outgas unpleasant chemicals into your airspace? I'll call that another reason for being too lazy and cheap to take clothing out of the house for maintenance. (pats restored washing machine with genuine affection) My favorite little appliance, she's so cute and white and enamelly.

I've been know to take clean clothes to the dry cleaner to avoid the trauma of ironing.

So, Ginger, is it sweats or jeans that you sloven in?

Sweats inside the house, jeans when I'm going to see the humans.

I've been know to take clean clothes to the dry cleaner to avoid the trauma of ironing.

Sister!

I *heart* brenda.

I don't *heart* my sister calling me for tech support when she doesn't want me to know what it is I am troubleshooting. Gawd. I suspect that she suspects that my BiL has been spying on her. It's tricksy enough to deal with when I am getting any of the real story. But when she won't tell me if she wants to capture keystrokes or wants to not have keystrokes captured? Thwumpiness ensues.

Ask me again why I am moving...

Oh, and the San Diego Zoo magazine reminds me muchly of billytea. I am reading about courtship and mating and it's all in a nice Aussie accent in my head.

I'm a bit confuzzled.

Since Saturday, I have sent two emails to the rabbi at a nearby modern Orthodox congregation, attempting to set up a meeting to discuss... things (yes, that's right, I've decided to take the next big step in a possible conversion. Due mostly to a kick in the pants brought on by the Landmark Forum, which isn't nearly as scary and culty as it might at first seem. In fact, it's rather awesome, and if you have any interest AT ALL in empowerment-type life-transforming seminar things, feel free to email me and ask me questions. I liked it.)

Anyway, my point: After two emails, I got no official response. However, I WAS added, without explicit permission, to the congregation's mailing list, thus implying that my emails were noticed by, you know, somebody.

So: should I send another email, perhaps to the general synagogue adddress, asking what's going on? Or send another email to the Rabbi, in hopes that my being ignored so far is part of the "turn away three times" tradition? Or just overcome my phone fear and call in the morning?