Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Okay, so while I was with JZ in the hospital all weekend, Emmett was off at a baseball tournament in Danville.
Friday report from Emmett: "I pitched terrible. But we won. I had a single."
Saturday report from his Mom: "We won both games. Emmett's not hitting a ton, but he's playing well in the field. I think he got a couple singles. But we're 3-0 and we go to the championship rounds on Sunday."
Sunday report #1: "We won! Emmett had a walk off double. We're playing the finals in an hour!"
Sunday report #2: "I can't tell you want happened! I'm putting Arlo's Dad on!"
Arlo's Dad:
"We got down early, giving up six runs in the first two innings. I think the local ump was squeezing Reed. Anyway, we kept chipping away at it. It was 6-0. Then we got to 6-2. 6-4. Then they scored a bunch. We were the visiting team and we went into the top of the sixth (last) inning down 10-5. Arlo got on with a quick single. Matthew hit a hard shot to the shortstop, but busted down the line and just beat the throw. We had a popup to the third baseman. One out. Then Jack hit a deep double, and scored two. Alex O. came up and hit a single, and scored another. Next player got out. 2 outs. Emmett comes up. Hits the first pitch very deep but foul. Strike one. Called strike two. Next pitch, Emmett crushes the ball deep into the left-center gap. They don't have fences so it just keeps rolling. Two runs score, and we're tied and Emmett's on third. Emmett hit a two out, top of the sixth inning, 0-2, 2 RBI game-tying triple.
Noah knocks Emmett in for the go-ahead. We score one more and we're now up 12-10. Noah comes out and pitches the bottom of the sixth. And gets them out 1-2-3 - Emmett caught the last out on a flyball to centerfield."
Emmett interrupts
"Excuse me, Emmett ran sixteen feet and made a horizontal dive to make the last out."
Emmett's mom in the background:
"You liar!"
Arlo's Dad:
"That's the way it's going in the books."
So Emmett's team won their last two tournaments of the season. He hit the game-winner in the semifinals, and the tying RBIs in the final, scored the go-ahead, and recorded the last out to ice it.
Pretty bookcases!!!
Yay, Emmett!!!
go Emmett!
the moon is not quite full. Dh and I took a quick, cold walk out to the neighborhood park to 'observe' it.
Go Emmett!!!
Yay for JZ and Hallowe'enie being home.
One more day of Micro-economics - a final and a paper to go...blerg.
Beth, your pictures made me giggle a lot. LOVE the construction outfit. Yay for JZ being home as well.
So today ND and I had an IKEA furniture assembly party at the new place. A group of seven of us spent just over five hours and managed to assemble six tall Billy bookcases, one two-level Expedit with legs, a kitchen island thingy, a table/desk, and three huge wardrobes including innards.
You know, I never realized how
dirty
furniture is. You should have heard the things coming out of our mouths about screwing and nailing and hammering. Amazingly, we had a great time.
BT, if you're about, there was a brief conversation about you today in our house.
Me: Oooh! Billytea is going to be here this month!
MM: Really? When?
Me: End of the month I think. We get to meet the Wallabee!
MM: How long has he had a wallaby?
Me: Oh, I think about a year. I lose track of time. He got her in Austrailia.
MM: He just go out and get one?
Me: No, I think they met online.
t cricket
MM: Are you taking about a person or a marsupial?
Ha! I love MM's complete nonchalance at the thought that billytea would be flying across the Pacific with a marsupial companion.
My biopsy was postponed pending some bloodwork, so I go for it tomorrow. Which, of course, this is my first week of f/t work so I have to take time off, which wouldn't have been the case last week. OTOH, we've got a diagnosis, so the biopsy is just to find out if it's cancerous.
The diagnosis is (white-fonted for squick and personal and girlyparts)
lichen sclerosus of the labia. Atrpophied skin, razor-like cuts, and my favorite, ulcerating lesions.
A rare condition, yay me. R's pissed because it's taken weeks of visiting multiple doctors to get this far, and he believes that if the same symptoms were on a man's penis, that man would've been medevaced immediately. Maybe he's right, still doesn't change the fact that it's August and everyone's on vacation. I think the doctors are being very proactive.
So some not-cancer-ma, please? The other is incurable, but treatable, so things are okay as long as it doesn't become malignant.
BT, if you're about, there was a brief conversation about you today in our house.
Hee. That's fantastic. However, I must note that the Wallybee is not coming with me. Your government isn't so keen on visitors holding a passport from the People's Republic of China, apparently. We'll be taking a week off in Alice Springs when I get back to Oz.
Oh Raq baby, all the health in the world to you. All the benign-ness in the world to you, too.
(And I think Robert's speaking gospel truth, by the by.)
So some not-cancer-ma, please? The other is incurable, but treatable, so things are okay as long as it doesn't become malignant.
Raq, my thoughts and prayers are with you. Pamela (of the 'holy shit that's a lot of cancer' fame) gets much of my ~ma and the rest is yours.
I am really tired of having this delineation in friends, I really am.
