loose just fine on their own.

Which they did BEEYOOTIFULLY on Monday night, just a scant 500 feet from me.

What an ass-whoopin'. So glad I was there to see in person.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEARA!!

Just broke a tooth whilst eating a sandwich.

My sister!

Tooth doesn't hurt, head is beginning to (could just be stress)

This is exactly what happened to me. Good luck at the dentist!

Sorry, omnis, but the Mariners are hanging on to the wild card by the skin of our teeth right now, so you'll get no Yankee-cheering from me. So...

WOOHOO, GO RED SOX!

(Actually, there might be rare occasions where I'd rather the Yankees won than otherwise--say, if their opponent's loss would help the Mariners in the standings. But I can't actually root for them. It's against the "fan of any other AL team" charter.)

(Actually, there might be rare occasions where I'd rather the Yankees won than otherwise--say, if their opponent's loss would help the Mariners in the standings. But I can't actually root for them. It's against the "fan of any other AL team" charter.)

There's a similar charter sub-clause in operation chez Zmayhem -- but, yeah, the occasions are pretty rare.

Plus, Jen is going to the game on her birthday. It just wouldn't be right to root against her team on her birthday.

Not that I can promise to root for the Yankees on omnis's birthday (unless said birthday falls between the end of the World Series and the beginning of spring training, in which case I'll happily be all W00T YANKEES!).

Bleah. I have my second interview tomorrow morning...possibly at 7 a.m. I just sent a groveling note to my recruiter begging for 7:30, but DAMN. I need to just steal an IV cart on my way out tonight and start an espresso drip at five tomorrow morning.

I'm actually back to rooting for the Cubs this year. And, it seems to be working well for me! For the first time in, well, all of my 31 years!

Speaking of baseball, I'm about to change from business casual to baseball game casual and catch a bus down the hill to the game! One of the many nice things about my current job is its ballpark proximity--on game days DH gets to wrestle with traffic and a restless daughter. I get to come straight from work.

Oh noes, Trudes! I hope your tooth is okay.

I had California rolls and edamame for lunch. Yum!

And suddenly I feel like the cheese... standing alone... with a Yankee pennant in my hand... trying to catch the breeze and extend... yet.. it hangs their... limply... O woe to me... WOE TO ME (and those damn yankees for not being in 1st!). Thankfully for all of you, I'm not one of those overly obnoxious fans that rub it in your face when ever they win (well, cuz this season, there just isn't any rubbing to do). So, I will just give my small cheers... alone... on my own... (whine whine whine whine whine. But since I am the Cheese, standing alone, I get to have as much wine as I can!)

ION: at work. Someone has absconded with our order of 500 condoms!!! We suspect the USPS, since their tracking says "delivered at 6:14pm" ... but our offices close at 6pm daily! IMHO, the USPS "tracking" site is a pile of bull, since it doesn't list who, if anyone, SIGNED for the bloody thing. :: breathe :: We don't need them until next week. :: breathe ::

family, sister, tooth and assorted ~ma to all who need it!

Let's go, Yankees! Clap, clap, clapclapclap

gazes approvingly at Omnis while wearing a pinstriped jersey