Happy Birthday, Cass!
My shot site is definitely better this morning. And it definitely feels like the hip/leg pain is going away, too.
Excellent!
Teppy, I can totally see how easy it is to get addicted to the painkillers. I only take them at night or when Christopher is home to watch the kids--which usually means I only take one per day. And if the pain's not bad, I skip it all together. But boy, when I do take it, it feels gooooood.
See, I think my pain was so bad that, while I was aware of the loopy feeling that percocet caused, it didn't cancel out the pain well enough for me to have a psychological dependence on it. But, given that I was taking the highest dose I was allowed to (IIRC, it was, like, 12 pills a day), I got physically addicted right quick. Got to love that addictive physiology I inherited from *both* parents.
But morphine? Damn, baby. I could *totally* envision getting addicted to that.
sj, I'm so glad you and teacup guy have one another.
Aimee, go for that rose dress. It is perfection on a stick curves.
That said, they've got the 2nd best Triple-A record in their league (in our town).
This news is made of awesome. Go Ben's team!
It is made of awesome, the first place team is undefeated (in both the regular season and the playoffs, so far), though. Scott says Ben's team can beat them, and they have come withing a hair of doing so, but honestly, I think the other team is just playing on another level.
Yay Ben! I know that winning isn't the most important thing in youth sports, but damn, losing all the time sucks.
Exactly. Ben grew a lot as a player last year, even though his team sucked, and we tried to emphasize that at the time, but after losing all but one game the whole season long, there's really no comfort to offer.
It's tricky though - the party lasts longer than I had expected - Noon until 4:30 or 5:00. And we've got our friends coming in from Sacramento at 3:00pm. Also, the party is in the East Bay so I've got to go over and go back to collect him after they arrive. And since they're off in Pleasanton for the lazertag, I can't just go and get him early after a sane 2 1/2 hours of birthday party. Hmph. Who schedules a 5 hour birthday party anyway?
That's just nuts. Just nuts. Are you sure there's not some sort of error with the invitation, Hec? Is there anyone from your neck of the woods you can carpool with? Who the heck would want to spend more than two hours with a group of ten year olds?
Woot! That is FG! I'm so glad he had better, more-dedicated teammates this year. Makes such a difference. I think that's one reason why Emmett likes the tournament team so much.
Two of his teammates this year were on his team last year, so it's nice to see it, for all three of them (and they're probably three who were most heartsick over last year's results). Last year, I'm not even sure they weren't dedicated, just a poor mix of kids. We used to say they were the all A.D.D. team.
Dh just called from Julia's ballgame (all three kids have games today, and Ben has another, tomorrow). One of his brothers was served with surprise divorce papers, when he got home from work. I'm just sitting here shaking my head.
I forgot to say, yay Cashmere! I am glad the pain is easing up a bit and I hope it continues to improve.
Cindy are you watching the Red Sox game? Did you see the opening salute to Father's Day? I found it annoying how they concentrated on sons. As if no daughter enjoys watching baseball, playing catch, or playing little league with her father. And I am sure not "every"
baseball player was lucky enough to have a father influencing them in their playing baseball.
Yeah, but daughters don't normally grow up to be fathers.
Yeah, but daughters don't normally grow up to be fathers.
I realize that, but they were concentrating on enjoying a baseball game with ones father.
Are you sure there's not some sort of error with the invitation, Hec?
I talked to her on the phone. The invite just says Noon. They're driving from Albany to Pleasanton - at least half an hour away.
So: Emmett woke up at 4am with stomach pain; laid around on the couch all morning complaining about his belly; barfed an hour or so ago, is still on the couch, not dressed and sleepy, and we need to leave in three minutes if we want to get there on time and still pick up a present on the way.
He wants to go, but I don't think there's any way he's ready for lazertag today. This may be a barfy blessing in disguise, because I've got more than enough excuses not to go at this point.
I mean he's lying on the couch in his jammies, covered with a blanket with his eyes closed. I think we're cancelled for the birthday party.
{{{Emmett}}} I hope he feels better soon.
