Ouch, Tep!
If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.
Walking I get. But power walking? Why not just run for a shorter time?
Angel ,'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 36: Did I Sully Our Good Name?
[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.
Fred Pete - Jun 05, 2007 6:01:33 am PDT #1412 of 10001
Ann, that's a ferret.
Cashmere - Jun 05, 2007 6:02:53 am PDT #1413 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Has he been texting with Cindy's kids?
He sounds like he's been studying Christopher's master technique.
vw bug - Jun 05, 2007 6:03:52 am PDT #1414 of 10001
Mostly lurking...
Oh, Cashmere! How scary!
lisah - Jun 05, 2007 6:04:10 am PDT #1415 of 10001
Punishingly Intricate
gah! Owen! I'm glad he's home safely. Yikes!
In bad news, just found out my friend's (the guitarist in my band actually) mom's breast cancer is much worse than the doctors initially thought. fucking cancer. They thought she'd just have to have radiation but now they are saying mastectomy and chemo. She's down in western NC (where she moved after Katrina) and he's planning to go down there later this month but I know it must be so hard to be away from her now.
sj - Jun 05, 2007 6:05:32 am PDT #1416 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Feel better, Teppy.
Cashmere, I'm glad Owen is ok.
I went to bed with a splitting headache last night, and when I woke up this morning it was still here.
Amy - Jun 05, 2007 6:10:52 am PDT #1417 of 10001
Because books.
Yikes, Cash! I would be shaking, too. Owen and Chris need to be separated. Perhaps psychically.
I'm sorry about your friend's mom, lisah. Cancer is so awful.
sj - Jun 05, 2007 6:13:25 am PDT #1418 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
Lisa, I'm sorry. Much ~ma to your friend's mother.
Jessica - Jun 05, 2007 6:24:31 am PDT #1419 of 10001
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
If it's any comfort, I once got a three-sick-days sprained ankle stepping off a deck.
I once sprained my knee crossing my legs to put on my socks. (By the time I got back to work, I'd upgraded it to a treadmill injury. I have my pride, after all.)
askye - Jun 05, 2007 6:28:43 am PDT #1420 of 10001
Thrive to spite them
There was a hockey player who recently had a back spasm picking something up off a counter. I know that's vague, but he wasn't one of "my" players. he was mocked in various hockey blogs.
Mom threw out her back bending over to get something out of the car. She decided to lie on the floor to see if that helped, but then couldn't get back up and called me. I couldn't get her lifted up either (she started crying every time she almost got on her knees) and eventually we had to call 911. actually I was all for calling 911 right away but she made me wait for an hour or so before letting me call the doctor, who told me to call 911.
Steph L. - Jun 05, 2007 6:32:19 am PDT #1421 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
JZ was boggled to find out there's a real minor league team named The Isotopes.
But was she Wade Boggled?
Well, Mr. Burns had done it
The power plant had won it
With Roger Clemens clucking all the while
Mike Scioscia's tragic illness made us smile
While Wade Boggs lay unconscious on the barroom tile
We're talkin' softball
From Maine to San Diego
Talkin' softball
Mattingly and Canseco
Ken Griffey's grotesquely swollen jaw
Steve Sax and his run-in with the law
We're talkin' Homer...
Ozzie, and the Straw!