exhale. with each pitch, i hold my breath and hope for a strike (if it’s the braves pitching) or a…
oh yeah
happy october! i’ve been waiting for a week for this month to get here so i could say that, and…
fumbles
they say good pitching beats good hitting. who are “they” anyway? i hate “them.” the braves lost. kerry wood pitched…
hit or miss
there was a meeting this morning about return-to-flight stuff. it was supposed to last from 8 until noon. it ended…
aah blah ess pan yole?
so i don’t think i’ve mentioned it on this site, but i’m taking a beginning spanish class with betsy, chris,…
i don't care if i never get back…
there is something bittersweet about the last baseball game of the year. yes, there are still eight teams playing, and…
one hand would have a bucket on it, that way, i would always…have…a bucket
i ran 3.5 miles last night. i figure that maybe the reason i can’t quite break through the 30 minute…
she called out a warning / don't ever let life pass you by
“Impersonality seems to be a key in a lot of the blogs that I read, but on the flip side…
oh now i've gotta say / that the wind and the waves / and the moon winkin' down at me / eases my mind…
when i’m in a foul mood, i find it’s better to say nothing than to say something rude. if i…
if you are among the very young at heart…
my friends are an odd group. we have strange senses of humor, laugh easily, and are surprisingly willing to embarrass…
that's the way this wheel keeps working
it was a strange-feeling weekend, to end a sucky week. i woke up saturday morning to low gray clouds, and…
goth
ok. the great experiment in dying my hair is over. yesterday afternoon i had lovely dark brown and a bit…
