Man, I’m doing that thing again where I’m fighting the “I AM a jerk” tendency. Stop it Sarah. Just stop it. So you’re a little quick to circle the wagons. You have reason to be. And so your Irish great-grandmother channels through you every time you feel threatened. You’re genetically pre-disposed to be sassy. You can’t help that. And so you have to filter everything via the written word to make sense of it. You’ve been doing that since almost birth and what’s that saying about old dogs and new tricks? Just relax and accept that you try really hard not to hurt people. Because that’s true. And just get comfortable with the fact that if there’s a miscommunication somewhere it didn’t start with you, because you’re honest to your own detriment and you know it. Just chill, dude. For real.
Okay, I went blind today editing stuff for the new work gig. Learned more about the Middle East than I ever did in any class on the subject. And I’m digging it. But, since it’s pretty heady stuff, I’m not even remotely done refining what they sent me to edit today so I expect I have a few hours of work ahead of me tomorrow. But that’s cool because I’m a super nerd. Y’all know that. But I’ve put it away for today so I can catch the Braves play in a bit up the street. Because I’m also a super baseball nerd, and y’all know that, too. Get well soon J-Hey.
Okay Pops, you’re gonna die:
I don’t know when I stopped sitting back into my swing. Wait…yes I do. It’s when I went from playing fast pitch to slow pitch. I just have the hardest time waiting on that sucker. I’m pretty sure this was a hit but I always pull it. Although John taught me neat trick about chewing the gum an extra second AFTER I think I want to take a swing. And that worked pretty well. (Burned you center left!) But it is not pretty to look at. You taught me better Pops and I apologize. The upside is with that wide open stance, I’m halfway down the baseline right away. Silver linings.
Let’s see, what else…
Oh, meet Doc.
His dad lives in my neighborhood and I see him when I’m out running and then, randomly, I saw him at the tournament and he lit up (because he loves me) when he saw me coming. His dad plays on one of the other teams in my league. It’s lucky he’s good to his dog because if I ever saw any signs of non-love, I’d rescue him in a heartbeat. I’m kidding. (Kind of) Anyway, he reminds me so much of my Stella. He has her personality and her smile. Pits get a real bad rap. Not to say you shouldn’t be aware of that dominance thing they have, but they’re not as bad as people think. I mean, look.
Um, this made me laugh. (thanks Corey)
This was very interesting. (h/t Jeff)
And I want a Mountain Lion for a pet in the worst, crazy way.
Okay, it’s Friday and I need to shake a tail feather. Catch you guys in a few days. Have a safe and blessed weekend. Don’t be mean to each other.