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I figured out a couple months ago who killed JFK (it's top secret ... don't ask or I might tell), but I was still at a loss when it came to Lincoln. NOW I KNOW!!!

Concur.

That's explainable because the older you grow, the less you remember. At least that's the case in my family ... I'm doomed when it comes to Alzheimer's ... especially with my bad eating/sleeping habits. Well, actually I consider my sleeping habits to be better than some (if not most), but when it comes to eating ... I'll admit I'm not the person you want to model yourself after. My family accuses me of being anorexic, but I'm not, really. I just forget to eat. Though ... that's probably a common anorexic excuse, so I shouldn't even try to convince you. My sisters are constantly saying, "Always, you're not fat." I know I'm not fat. I don't need to be told that ... but they think I'm anorexic and probably googled the best things to say to anorexic people. It gets a little old. But the favorite is, "You don't want to end up like Terri Shiavo, do you?" Hmm ... next time I think I'll respond that no, I don't ... can you please take care of me when I go into a coma? Their expressions will be truly priceless.

WHAT??!! Chief doesn't remember JFK's assassination?! Were you asleep? You must have been at least 92 then. Somehow I feel like I shouldn't post that ... as if it's somewhat disrespectful to switch moods suddenly. Maybe? Will you forgive me?

Honest answer: it's like my earliest memory ... well, I remember things from before then, but nothing stands out like that. Of course at the time it didn't mean anything to me, but the stress was felt by everyone and it's engrained in my memory. Honest question: were you just curious, or are you being antagonistic and trying to say that I shouldn't have posted that since I don't remember it the way you do? And by the way ... you may be old and remember ... well, everything ... but I was four years old at the time. Of course I remember it. I can remember Y2K. So there.

Listen to James Galway's tribute to 9/11 in between innings. So beautiful and touching.

I can ... but that's because of this: http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H6LWPtp1E34/VXlmoKLGJKI/AAAAAAAAc5A/S-YbBseh_Ms/s400/061015_hunter_ejection2_mid_5o3ks842.gif But then, would we remember that pitch to Sano if he hadn't homered? Though I hear ya ... we didn't win the Torii meltdown game. You know ... we were playing the Royals in both instances. I wonder what the last series is going to be like. But I'm hijacking the thread. Sorry ....

Even if we do end up making the playoffs by one game, you can't say that it's all because of that one call since we still have nearly a month ahead of us. Also, you never know what might have happened last night had Sano not had that extra chance to homer. Buxton might have done it for him to lead off the 13th; there's just no saying what could have happened. Now, if it was game 163 and we were down by a single run with 2 outs in the 9th and the same call, same pitch count occurred ... might as well add that there was a base runner and we were home ... then you could say beyond any doubt that we made it because of a bad call. In this instance, though, I feel like it's a bit extreme. Last night I checked out a Royals fan page because I was curious to see their opinion on the call, and while there were (of course) a few people ranting about it, the majority thought that it was 100% on the Royals and that they should have had the game. Some said that the Royals are getting too comfortable with the division lead whereas the Twins are battling for a WC spot, just like last year's Royals. I almost got the impression that they wouldn't be surprised if we went on to win the ALCS. Maybe I shouldn't be flattered though ... it's probably just stemming from the mentality that whoever can beat them must be as good as the Giants.

Booked.

Lol ... made me think of this.

If Wrigleyville is nothing, how can it burn to the ground?

If ChiTown is not lost ... that's okay with me, I guess.

Concur.

Uhh ... blue paint? To be honest I never smelled in colors, so I can't answer this one conclusively.

What would you say based on your own personal experience?

If articles work at all like blogs, try changing the entry image.

I must say that Uncle Bob ate a LOT of Doritos.

Grandpa is a bad boy and deletes his Art after a short period of time, so if you like something you better save it. I think he should create a gallery and then share the pictures in their respective game threads from there, and that way we'll have them all forever and ever. I don't think he wants the hassle though.

Except on Halloween. ChiTown said so, but most people seem to have already forgotten that clause. Oh and Chi ... I want to say good job with the spammers. Now that you've been completely bitten by my spam aversion bug, I haven't been seeing any. Thanks!

This is our dog Lady. She was the best dog ever. My mom would send us kids outside to play and tell Lady to watch us, and she would. If we left our yard, she tried to herd us back in, and if we didn't obey she barked until someone looked out the window and saw what we were up to. She barked at the shady looking teenage kids who hid behind the bushes and stared into our yard. She began to get old about the same time I was beginning to put on the speed myself, so we would play together a lot. When I went inside, she would go wait by the door for me to come back outside and play with her again. I took that picture a month before she passed away. It was one of the first times I was ever allowed to use a camera, and there is no picture I've ever taken that is more precious to me. She was just shy of 15, and her health was deteriorating rapidly. My parents made the decision to have her put to sleep. I was broken ... I couldn't sleep and I don't know if anyone else could either. I was 11 at the time. Life wasn't easy anyway, and losing my best friend didn't make it any easier. I hated my parents, but that was unfair since I'm sure the decision was killing them, too. They truly believed that it was the right thing at the time. Now we're all haunted by the guilt that maybe the decision was too hasty, maybe we could have helped her longer. The day Lady died I was hysterical. That night there was a huge thunderstorm and lightening struck something in the catholic church that is kitty corner to the back of our house. I don't know what happened exactly, but it somehow messed up the power and set the bells ringing. Some churches ring the bells for funerals for a few minutes. That night the bells rang for 45 minutes. They were never fixed. They no longer ring for each church service, nor at 6 in the morning and 6 in the night. But they rang for Lady. Call it karma or whatever you want, but it helped a little in a strange sort of way. I will never forget that night. Lady was the best dog I could ever ask for. She will never be replaced.

I like to kiss my dog. That does not look kissable.

Wouldn't you rather that Dog the Bounty Hunter found him?

I call baloney on the rule itself. But since it's established, I also call baloney on the ruling. Therefore I'm not OK with the result.

And this is my brother's German Shepherd, Meadow. She's Willow's niece. I could have done a better job training her than my bro did. She's earned herself the nickname of "Shark" because she's such a brat. We also call her Emmy because my younger brothers used to run around calling the dogs "C., M., etc. (last name)" as in "E. Gattis grounds into a double play." If they were the first to be pet that day, they singled. Next, doubled. And so on down the line. So for a while Meadow was Em, but we endeared it to Emmy. Occasionally I call Clover Cece, but the rest of my family thinks it sounds too much like C.C. Sabathia. Emmy's other nickname is Shik, a sort of play off of Shark that is supposed to sound a bit more offensive.

Thank you ... it's me.