askye, how just completely frustrating.

No, didn't cut the color off...my hair really digs being processed. Like "chemicals! Yum!" (Yikes...my follicles are Bubbles.)

Off to Google map...

ETA: And I'll try to post haircut photos. It's jaw-length, and pretty much all one length, so it's still the Wild Mane but shorter.

::taps foot impatiently::

Poor Mal's noggin! It's tough when they do a facial, but when they're toddlers they're (a) closer to the earth ground; and (2) they're top-heavy. So it's toddle toddle fwaaaa-KONK.

Emmett's team won again. We're 2-0 in the playoffs and we face the other unbeaten team on Monday. Emmett almost made two great defensive plays, both while playing first base. He stretched to maximum capacity to try to get a throw from short but just got pulled off. And he came charging hard on a short pop foul with bases loaded and one out in the last inning, but just missed the ball as he slid into the fence.

Otherwise he hit pretty well, and scored two runs - the last one being a difference maker. It was a total nailbiter where Eian (the manager's son) went out to pitch the last inning with a 7-4 lead. Got one out among several walks and dinker doink hits and while we still had the lead, started to lose his shit and cry on the mound. (This is about when Emmett went into the fence to try and get the foul pop.) Then they hit a fly ball into left and one of our shakier fielders came in and made a knee-high save for the out. It was 7-6 with the bases loaded when Eian finally struck out the last batter. So much pressure! I thought Elliott, Eian's dad, was going to have a stroke when Eian (usually our best control picture) started throwing pitches in the dirt.

Low point in the game for Emmett was when he got picked off second. Sooooo embarassing. He was in denial about it ("I was on the bag!") but I was third base coach and he wasn't. He was just standing there thinking he was on the bag and it looked terrible because we had the bases loaded and were threatening. After a little cry he got over it and got his head back in the game and played pretty well.

Ouch, poor Emmett. But I love what a resilient kid he is.

Oh, also. Flakes have gotten a bad rap around here the past couple of days. Today, though, I was expecting my sis to arrive about four. So I cracked a beer a little before that.

I may have mentioned that I have this thing about opening a beer, throwing on some music, and going on a cleaning jag. So when I finally hear from my sis, calling from home about when I expected her to arrive, I already had the first two well underway. So now, when she does arrive, which should be in about an hour, she'll be coming to a really much, much cleaner, better organized apartment. Flaking worked for her!

'Course, I'll be half in the bag by then (if I'm not already). But clean!

Ouch, poor Emmett. But I love what a resilient kid he is.

Honestly, it's like the only meaningful mistake he's made on the field in about 10 games. It was so public and careless, though. But his teammates were supportive and Elliott didn't bark about it at all (and usually he's QUITE verbal when somebody does something bone-headed). Actually the whole team was cheering on Eian and pulling for him - it was nice.

There's nothing worse in Little League (barring injury) than watching your kid lose his shit while he's pitching. The pressure out there can get intense.

'Course, I'll be half in the bag by then (if I'm not already). But clean!

Not a dirty drunk! That's your motto.

I'll bet it can.

Soccer was king in my 'hood when we were growing up, and a fuck-up on the field could follow you for a long-ass time - hell, even longer when you take your own psyche into account. Baseball is so much more individual, in a way - when you screw up, eyes are on you. That's gotta sting. And obviously, it did. Watching it can't have been easy either. But good on him for shaking it off and jumping back in. He's a good'un, for sure.

Not a dirty drunk! That's your motto.

It is now!

I have turned my mattress - this is how insane I am. Stop me before I do the windows!

[link] Cat v. bear. Guess who ends up in the tree.

eights?