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.
'Selfless'
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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.
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.
Lisa, I'm sorry. Much ~ma to your friend's mother.
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.)
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.
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!
The heel on my shoe broke! It's the pair I got at the F2F. I'll take them to shoe repair place to see if they can get fixed. I hope they can I really like them.
Right now I'm trying to track down some glue to see if I can do a temporary fix it.
The Cubs lost a pitcher recently who strained something getting out of the hot tub. (And by *something*, I mean...well actually a hamstring or something.)
Damn, Tep. Ouch.
Although I did do some database programing previous to that, which helped me get my programming job at 31
Well, I did do this for years before it became an actual career path instead of a treadmill.
As far as I can tell, you are. Of course, I'm counting Lily and excellent porn and fic and thinky stuff as "good."
Lily's a good thing.
The rest is chaotic neutral.
Damn, Cash. That's terror-filling. Eep.
lisah - much health~ma to your bandmate's mom. That stinks.
Cash - I can't stop shaking thinking about it. I hope you're ok, and not feeling terrible. Owen wants to take his nakedness to the people, fine. Tell him to wait for someone to walk with him. Sox says.