"I can't DO this. I CANNOT fucking DO this."

This is what Grumpy Me says whenever caretaking stuff for other people must be done. Once Grumpy and Unwilling have vented enough, Sensible and Generous are usually available for the heavy lifting, and Self Satisifed then pats own back for triumph and a job well done.

You there with the back pain: quit passing it around already! Ouch! I have back pain too.

I've never had that feeling for somebody that had it for me. A few times guys loved me more than I loved them, and in some kind of karmic revenge, I've been wanting what I can't have for years now.

Zito's throwing the shakiest no-hitter I've ever seen. He can't find the strike zone but the Twins keep hacking when they should be taking.

Barry's got to get his pitches down or they're gonna jack one.

t silly fashion post

You know, it's tough to look cute and be comfortable for school. I feel like I need another wardrobe. I require stuff that can be machine washed (I wore a dry-clean only shirt yesterday - mistake), is cute but grown-up, and comfy. Shoes are needed, too. I don't want to wear my flats (they hurt for walks of any length) and tennies don't look right with everything. Oh bother - I'm not really in the mood to find these new pieces of clothing/shoes.

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The A's hat is working! We've scored 2 on Santana!

Oh, *that's* why Robert isn't Skyping me. (And yes, he packed his A's turtleneck and one of his A's hats).

I've found real love to be more of a startling awareness of someone's significance. It's subtle. The other person simply becomes more real than the rest of the world.

With every fiber of my being, I don't want to deal....But I will. Because I really do care about him SO much, and that's what you do in a relationship.

I think that's the combination that defines it. The first part is more important, but if you know the second part is true , it sort of ices things.

and glad there was talk of drugs , because - someone who takes lots of stuff everyday - still sometimes forgets. like me, today.

Oh, *that's* why Robert isn't Skyping me. (And yes, he packed his A's turtleneck and one of his A's hats).

My daughter is a living rally monkey! I kept the hat on her and kept her in my lap the whole game and the A's barely barely squeek out a win against Santana at the Metrodome. Two home runs by big Frank. Go A's! Go Zito! Go Frank! Go Matilda!

Yay Matilda the Rally Monkey! Very cute.

So rally monkeys come from chatter monkeys? Good to know.

So rally monkeys come from chatter monkeys? Good to know.

It's a selective breeding program.