I need just a little more room and my closet wouldn't be a horror. Someday.

I am intertested in a vague way in vegan baking- not enough to try it yet, but willing to listen.

ION, there are people playing Jazz in my living room

ION, there are people playing Jazz in my living room

Cool.

Also Cool, but in a different way: [link]

Illinois geologists have discovered the remains of one of the world's oldest tropical rainforests, preserved in the ceiling of a coal mine 250 feet below the surface.

ION, I need to clean my closet. blech

Me too. I think that will be my major task for tomorrow.

I am intertested in a vague way in vegan baking- not enough to try it yet, but willing to listen.

The biscuits were really easy. Flour, salt, baking powder, shortening, margarine, soy milk. Sift the dry stuff together, cut in the fats, mix in the soy milk, spread out, cut out the biscuits (for lack of an actual cutter, I used an empty yogurt cup), bake. Not exactly the healthiest thing in the world, but marginally healthier than regular biscuits. (I used Smart Balance for the margarine.)

I am wrung out from tonight's game.

We got down 7-0. Then it was 7-4. Then they were up 12-4. Then we fought back to 12-9. Then they went up 14-9. Then we tied it at 14-14. Then they scored five and went up 19-14. Then we faced the best pitcher in the league and scrapped and scrapped and scrapped and got it to 19-16 before we lost. What a freakin' roller coaster.

We also learned that David doesn't need caffeine before the evening game because my head almost exploded when my first baseman neglected to cover first base on a routine grounder to the shortstop.

Then there were two of my outfielders watching another team practice during gameplay, and the third one with his glove off his hand fiddling with the straps while the pitcher was throwing. Oy.

But man, they made me proud. They fought and fought and fought at the plate. They had great at-bats and fought off pitches and worked the count. And when I told them to steal they stole base after base to get us back in the game. It must be like a jockey asking the horse to go and feeling the horse go. They responded and ran until we ran out of time.

How great is the opposing pitcher? Before tonight he's never given up a run in regular season little league play. In two years. Only in the tournament season. We scored on him twice, in two different innings and they were both on hard fought RBI singles. (Emmett got one of them.)

And my little guys were getting hurt. Drilled in the back and hit by flying bats but they didn't come out. They came back and they tried so hard.

Aww. Sweet little sportsmen/women.

Hil, do you mind if I hit you up for a recipe or two. My cousin and I used to bake all the time with our grandparents. She's vegan now, and I bet bringing a couple of recipes we can bake together when I go visit her would bring back some good memories.

Also, Fay is stunningly beautiful and a peacock-feather tattoo, while it will undoubtedly be lovely, can never be more than one of her very lesser beauties.

Bless you and your spouse, and indeed the lovely Erika and Teppy. That - well, that very much isn't how I see things. But I very much appreciate you saying it.

Also, I now want a steam punk mouse.

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And for my fucking computer to be fucking fixed; fair enough, when there was no electricity at work. But now we have A/C, we have light, and every other bugger seems to have their computer up and running complete with internet...but not me. Apparently the compter technician said that at the moment the system is still liable to be overloaded if everything is on at the same time, although this message may have become garbled in translation. I pine for the internet, but actually I'd settle for just having the computer work. I've really grown used to the convenience of being able to generate professional looking display materials, certificates, worksheets et al, as well as being able to whizz off and research topics at the flick of a button. This sudden regression sucks.

Steampunk mouse is very pretty.

This sudden regression sucks.

Poor Fay. Once you get used to having something, the not having does, indeed, suck.

I am intertested in a vague way in vegan baking- not enough to try it yet, but willing to listen.

We have an awesome vegan bakery in town. The also sell some of their stuff at a market DH and I visit so I only get to the eating part--not the baking.

Owen has now learned that if he comes in our room in the wee hours and turns on our light we're more likely to get up with him. He's dozing on the sofa and I'm on my way to a second cuppa.

Hil, do you mind if I hit you up for a recipe or two. My cousin and I used to bake all the time with our grandparents. She's vegan now, and I bet bringing a couple of recipes we can bake together when I go visit her would bring back some good memories.

Sure. Insent.

How great is the opposing pitcher? Before tonight he's never given up a run in regular season little league play. In two years. Only in the tournament season. We scored on him twice, in two different innings and they were both on hard fought RBI singles. (Emmett got one of them.)

Indeed, he sounds like an outstanding pitcher -- which really says something about YOUR team, since they were able to score on him not once, but twice. And go Emmett!!!

And my little guys were getting hurt. Drilled in the back and hit by flying bats but they didn't come out.

I have this theory (having been hit by many softballs, which, despite the name, are NOT SOFT) that the kind of pain you inevitably experience while playing sports makes you less afraid of the potential of (some kinds of) non-sports-induced pain. And I'm not referring to any kind of kinky activity, here. Other stuff. Which, of course, I'm drawing a blank on right now.

Granted, I was raised by a woman who had horses for most of her childhood/adolescence, whose concept of "pain" is measured against getting kicked by a pissed-off Quarter Horse. (The lesson is something like, "Are you still breathing? You'll be fine. Now pick up those teeth.")