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"viral hype" ..... nice coinage, that. Man, I never did anything rotten (til I was 12 or so), except stuff the sawdust from a stuffed animal (old school! sawdust! ) into my little buddies arm cast. We both thought it was a good idea at the time. Kid brains.

I think that's Keeseville NY, wedged between the Adirondacks and Lake Champlain.

hey! happy birthday to you and me and Rich! and Myrna Loy!

SEPTEMBER 2nd

I was more surprised than anyone (except maybe Aman ) to see my birthday was today.

many happy returns! I enjoyed sharing a birthday with you for a few moments.

according to CNN, a spunky sturgeon jumped out of the water and knocked a jetskier off his mount. No fish ladders were used in the accomplishment of this feat.

It's definitely NOT my birthday. but I'll take it! but tomorrow is the 26th anniversary of my first failed marriage. Can we celebrate that? In case anyone needs to mark their calendars, my birthday is actually September 2nd ... but you know who DOES have a birthday soon???

nice. what a tool. sounds like he knows of what he speaks.

fixed it

many happy returns!

go wash up kids .... homemade tostados and guacamole!

slow's just not an option on Union Hill, mama!

so, you think my son may have deliberately embedded that fish hook in his belly while practicing casting in his bedroom?

Many happy returns amigo August 5 represent!! Brains, breasts and brawn!

ladies, why self-exam when you have Cam?

Mine weren't biters, thank god or I would have switched pronto too.

Poor Jake. Hope he doesn't swear off the great outdoors for life! I had such great hope for my son's one overnight camp experience, situated on the shores of beautiful Lake George. I would have given anything to go spend a couple weeks there, learning to sail and waterski and overnight hike in the Adirondacks. Alas, what I hoped would be two weeks of fun for him (and peace for me) became very much like dealing with his complete distaste for school. Lots of phone calls and stategerizing and intervening to accomodate him. He did stick it out for almost a week before he (and the counsel

sorry I'm late to the party. And I only brought one present Many happy returns to you all.

damn Jess ... I don't have a husband to bear bad news, true or not, and my coffee pot is alive and well, but my cat left me a barely-alive mouse which I stepped on as I got out of bed. The mouse escaped under the dresser, but the cat delivered it to me, newly dead, two minutes later. On the good news front, my spiritual advisor told me that as a matrilineal Jew, I'm a shoe-in for heaven, rapture or not.

werd. more so with bad knees. That ction makes some cute little kids.

dont I know it!

car DVD players ... I still bear the psychic scars.

That was always my philosophy too, but all I got was demerol for the first one, nada for the second. After laboring (and perhaps because they gave me a shot of novacaine?) I didn't even feel the episiotomy. I saw this article yesterday. People are idiots. I nursed wherever and whenever I needed to. I would have just loved for someone to complain. Breasts are for nursing and as a byproduct produce the bond between mother and child. In my opinion, 98.6% of all men are so breast-fixated for one of two reasons -- either they were nursed, or they were not. Women are less fixated