I just got back from the bookstore. It's nice and sunny out, and it seems like everyone was in the mood for book shopping, because we were steady-to-busy all day long! It's nice to see people still buying beach books (lots of paperbacks sold) and books for their kids. And everyone seemed to be in a good mood, too!

Now for an early dinner (Brown's fried chicken--yummy!), and then cleaning and laundry tonight, after I do the dishes and take out garbage.

Sue, I can top your neighborhood drama with weird Little League drama.

So we lost last night and we're in the loser's bracket and we played this afternoon. I was out in the left field stands doing my usual OCD-like curses upon the opposing team - in short I was flashing them goat horns.

The opposing team accused me of stealing signs from their catcher and relaying them to our batters! They tried to make a stink with the tournament director and one of their parents flat out accused me of it and told me they had me on tape!

So ridonkulous! First of all, I was in left field so I couldn't see the catcher's signs. You have to be in centerfield looking from behind the pitcher. Second of all, it was too fucking far away for me to see anything like whether the catcher is flashing one or two fingers without binoculars. Third of all, when the hell were we supposed to be relaying the signs? The batter steps out and looks at the third base coach to get his hitting sign before he steps into the box and the catcher gives the signs.

Anyway, their team sucked and we beat them 12-3 (one of our hitters, Alex, had two home runs and two doubles. Emmett went 3-4 with a sac fly, 2 RBIS and a run).

There was no formal protest, just False Accusations and Bad Feelings. Wackaloons.

Sounds like your cursing skills rock!

sara, when do you leave?

I have watched the cheerleading DVD. I think instead of me teaching cheers, I'm just going to play the DVD for the girls and have them learn them that way.

Laundry is on the line. Baby is napping. I grilled 3 lbs of chicken breasts and cleaned out the deep freeze.

I should take a nap myself, but I think I'm going to read instead.

Sounds like your cursing skills rock!

Exactly! That's why I was doing it. I move around until I find a lucky spot. I was in left field when Alex hit his first home run. Of course, I'm going to stay in left field and flash goat horns all day. It's not like baseball is a rational fan activity. Sheesh.

It's nice and sunny out, and it seems like everyone was in the mood for book shopping

It was yard sale day! I snagged four CDs for a dollar...and then another CD from some other guy for three dollars. Which felt unjust.

I also got a Black and Decker CarVac for two bucks. After I paid, the guy said, "It sucks!" I said I hoped it sucked. But after trying it out in my car, it appears it does not suck very hard.

Heat means tomatoes, people! Tomatoes and fruit! Can't have a jam economy without it!

Why, yes, I am alternating between gardening and writing porn right now.

It was the annual thrift sale at the Woodgate volunteer fire department today. I try and get there every year because people donate all kinds of cool stuff. My take this year: brand new Sunbeam breakmaker, a foot fixer, several candles and a pretty blown glass holder, an arrangement of glass lilies for my MIL, a cap for my nephew, 3 videos, 1 book, a big sun tea jug, 2 large insulated travel mugs, and a loaf of cranberry bread. Total for the lot - $25. (the bread was $7, the baked goods are way pricey compared to the other stuff)

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Maybe it just didn't occur to them that a grown man would be flashing hexes at 12 year olds? Even if it IS his lucky spot?

Maybe it just didn't occur to them that a grown man would be flashing hexes at 12 year olds? Even if it IS his lucky spot?

Right? Lucky spot! No, I'm sure I looked like an idiot, but seriously I wasn't flapping my arms around and making the Eagle cries. I was 200 feet from home plate and extending my pinkie and index finger. Their fans were using the stupid airhorns and whistles and crap. Far more obnoxious than my borderline OCD display of magical thinking.