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.

Oh Cash, how SCARY!

My one sister did this two or three times. Once she got as far as the park a block away once and started playing with the local parochial school on recess (not naked that time). The Sisters realized she wasn't one of theirs and took her to the police. The police got her ice cream and a sweater and walked around the neighbhorhood until she found her house.

One time our eighty year old neighbor saw her in his yard... that one was really quick and Mom didn't realize she was gone until she opened the front door to find this dignified older man, complete with three piece pinstripe suit and hat, holding a naked bouncing three year old by the hand.

I really DO have a good Mom - it never happened with either of her other children. Rachel just liked to bolt. And long before she discovered the joy of bolting she'd discovered the joy of hiding. Oy.

OWEN, DON'T DO THAT TO YOUR MOMMY!

When I was about two, I escaped naked into the world. I was returned home by a truck driver who'd stopped when he saw me marching along the rode alone. I apparently was able to tell him where I lived. My mother didn't even know I'd gone and to this day it gives here the willies. Needless to say, I don't remember any of this.

((Cash))

I wa a big sleepwalker as a kid. Fortunately, when I was doing it, we lived in a ranch where I had to walk right past the living room to head for the front door -- which I did a couple times while my parents were sitting there watching TV. They installed a really high hook and eye in case I did when they were in bed.

My father was not a naked type (god that's weird to write) but he was a daredevil. A neighbor once called my grandmother and said, "Iva, I think you should sit down. Howard is on the roof." He was four at the time. Another time he lost MomMom in a department store, and instead of looking for her walked all the way home by himself. They'd taken the bus ACROSS TOWN to get there. I think he was five then.

I'm amazed my grandmother lived through it all.

I was once playing on/near the highway that runs in front of our house. A passing truck driver stopped and took me to my mom. The same thing happened to two of my siblings.

At least none of us were naked.