Tis 105 right now and it is NOT FG. The girls have won 3 games today. Two more wins give us the championship and a berth to Nationals in Seattle. Those games are tomorrow. Any softball~ma is appreciated. K-Bug got a bit of play time today and did ok. Not great, but not bad. So far DH is behaving himself. We are currently showering/changing before going out for a team dinner at Sizzler (oh boy!).

This hotel has the hardest beds ever. I slept like crap last night. Not sure what to do to make tonight any better.

Amy, I would wash and hang to dry, this time. If that doesn't reshape them enough, and they're still all stretched out, I might wash them in cold, and dry them on a medium or low setting (but you might end up with shorts too small).

Also bored. And kind of in a Mood, too, though I tried not to have it. I did anyway, though I wish I hadn't.

Since we were unable to find a babysitter this weekend, DH has offered to sacrifice himself for me and let me go see PotC tomorrow, while he stays with the kids. The only thing that could be sweeter is if he got me a flask filled with rum.

I'm nearly certain nobody who graduated with me is doing anything remotely close to this cool.

I feel cooler just having graduated with her. I have some successful friends who are doing fun and exciting things. I just live vicariously through them and that seems to work out fine. It's cheaper, too.

I'm bored too. Dave is tired from our late night PotC viewing last night and having to work today and since he also has to work tomorrow, he is in bed already. I am not tired enough to sleep yet.

Since we were unable to find a babysitter this weekend, DH has offered to sacrifice himself for me and let me go see PotC tomorrow, while he stays with the kids. The only thing that could be sweeter is if he got me a flask filled with rum.

That is very cool of your DH. I hope you enjoy the film.

do other people not have a hometown?

I have multiple hometowns. I have one in CT where I was born and raised through 2nd grade. One in Kenai where I spent high school and have family, one in Anchorage where I lived for quite a while (for me) and have family, and where I live now, which is my favorite place evah. I know that's kind of cheating, but whenever I go to any of the above, my brain thinks I'm going home.

I live in mine. I don't belong here. And then, there's the whole Baltimore thing.

And it says exactly that--"HUMAN CANONBALL".

Like, she's a little bundle of the officially accepted lore and backstory? Kewl.

I have a hometown. It sucks. Not as bad as where my FiL is living now, which is 20 minutes from erika's hometown. This is a tiny burg with one Chinese restaurant, which is horrible and run by gwailos because the lovely residents of the town ran the ethnic Chinese out a year ago - rocks through the windows, etc. While standing in line at Wal-Mart there, I noted a guy wearing, with no obvious irony, a t-shirt that said "You Mess With Me, You Mess With the Whole Trailer Park."

Which, okay, I thought was funny.

"You Mess With Me, You Mess With the Whole Trailer Park."

Heh. As white trash proverbs go that's right up there with, "Let go of my ears, I know what I'm doing."

I have a hometown and I do not. I am Jamaican through and through, but I last lived there when I was 11. But it's where I'm from, and it's where my immediate family lives. I become less tense just stepping off the plane onto the hot tarmac.

But I've never tried living there as an adult. I refuse to drive there. We lived in Ottawa too, but that's not home. I was too young to attach to anything. London was great, but not home, although I have nostalgic feelings for some of the places, it wasn't the physical place that formed me so much as the culture which is different now.

Montreal's a kind of home town. This year is only the second year since 1993 that I haven't gone back. This makes me sad. But I go back, and I wander, and although things have changed it still feels like it's mine. I know which corners I can sit on and read, where to get the good sangria, how to duck the rain, where the malls join each other underground and you can walk and shop and eat and pray and watch movies without seeing the sun.

I love LA. Home it is, hometown it is not. But it rocks.