I have a friend who is a dear, dear friend's husband. He is a harmless guy, but his social skills are horrible and he can be extremely irritating and off-putting.

I have called him out on several occasions for jack-assery, and once punched him in the middle of a busy street when he was drunk as hell after a wedding and being a total dickface while I was trying to wrestle his drunk ass into my car so I could drive him home -- he thought he could drive and kept trying to run into traffic; I manhandled him for a while, but then about the 4th time he tried to run into the street, I just clipped him.

We are still friends, but I know, and my circle of friends knows of his jackassey behavior, and he's been ostracized from certain events because of it.

I think, meara, you don't have to cut a friend for a particular event of jack-holery. You called him on it; he's admitted it; you've approached the victim of his assholishness and spoken to her.

Most people deserve second chances. You remaining friends with him doesn't mean you condone this event. If he continues to do shit like this, then I would say it's time to re-evaluate if you want to have him as a good friend.

ION, today I slept in after baby-sitting for a girlfriend until 1 am, have been working on projects and other work stuff, which I'll continue to do, and will probably stretch my bones out of this chair for a while in a bit.

Need to do some laundry, bake some cookies, and head into the garage for a hour of garage-sale culling and clean up.

Work some more after that, then maybe watch a movie, eat cookies and drink Prosecco with Dan.

Yeah, one of my best friend's husband, well, I can't stand him. Part of it is his particular personality type just naturally grates on me. Part of it is I think he's made some really selfish life choices that negatively affect my friend. But she loves him, made those compromises willingly, and he clearly adores her.

So I tolerate him.

I finally did two seconds of research about the city council primary ("preliminary," technically) I have on Tuesday, and it confirms that I can vote for the only candidate who has sent me stuff and called a couple of times. There are three people on the ballot, including the incumbent, and two of them will be on the final ballot in November.

Ha HA! I just cleaned the toilet and bathroom sink! So not a complete loss. I just can't believe I have to go have dinner with strangers tonight. It will be fun, I'm sure. Really. And then do the Alz walk tommorow. Zzzzzz.

And Quicken does not run on macs with Lion.

Not true, actually. I’ve been running Quicken on my Mac without a problem, and I upgraded to Lion a month ago. Despite Quicken’s Mac issues, it’s been my financial program for almost 20 years, so I’ve stuck with it. It works well for me overall.

I finally did my dishes and heated up my dinner (Hormel pork roast, with enough left over for lunch tomorrow). I've been spending the day cross-stitching and am on track to finish this by Halloween, maybe even earlier--woot!

I really should vacumn, though...

Oh, I don't count homemade apple pies in my evaluations. If the pastry works, they're pretty much usually better than what you can buy...except the Mr. Kipling apple pies I haven't had anything like them from home.

I am exhausted. I just spent the longest time crying in the movies. People were totally staring. I spent too much of Warrior sobbing into the jacket I'd brought in case the theatre was cold, and then at the end of it I realised it was one of my krav instructor jackets, so I wore it out proudly.

God, I miss fighting. So much.

ita !, I miss you fighting. I am sorry, my dear.

Thanks, Erin.

Of all the closed doors in my life, I think that one aches the most keenly, Not the fact that I'm probably too old to procreate, none of the relationships that might have ended too soon, or the opportunities on which I didn't capitalise properly.

No more fighting. Probably ever. Sometimes I don't know who I am without it, and I don't even know if I can claim to have been her.

Thanks to my CSA, I have so much food in my kitchen that I don't know what to make for dinner.