ward, happy smacking! Tennis is an awesome game - wish I were fast enough on land to play it.
Allison - agree with you completely on the smell of broccoli. In any cooked form. Reminds me of when the dog ate roadkill and had intestinal difficulties. I eat it - DS and DH looooove it and it's good for me, but I do not enjoy it. Roasted mushrooms, on the other hand,

Brussels sprouts are on the horizon and I think I'm learning to like those. DH roasts them and then tosses them with a bit of maple/red pepper glaze and some toasted pine nuts.
dagmar -

Sugar? Really? You must be stressed - that isn't you at all!

Take care of yourself first and foremost. It sounds like you will need your strength and full faculties. I hope your vacation charged your batteries to full capacity!
saef - good to hear you are emerging from the darkness! May your chemistry balance in time to revel in the glorious fall season, and that TOM will not darken your door for many more months, if at all. I do envy you that!
michele - I have terrific memories of my grandparents too. I am very fortunate to still have two grandmas alive and in superior health in their 90's. I have nothing to offer on the religious front, sorry, but I am inspired by your experience with exercise lifting your black mood!
bargoo - you've kicked butt on that gain from the end of last year, and you're holding the line on that loss. Admirable accomplishment!
krampus - every day I remind myself that DS is unique, and that my job is to teach him HOW to think instead of WHAT to think. I honestly did not enjoy having an infant in the house; I get the most pleasure out of watching him gaining the skills he needs to be self-sufficient. When he moves out, I'll miss his incredible sense of humor the most, I think.
I'm Allison's mirror yet again - 150 is a little paunch and jiggles for me, too. I can't remember 140. DH says I was around 135 when we married - I remember being quite thin looking sideways (26-inch waist). My 140 is loosely based on being safely in the middle of the normal weight range. And being far enough away from 150 to not have to listen to that "clunk" of the big weight on the doctor's scale. On good days, I can look at myself naked in the mirror and think, "not bad for 45". I succeeded with putting 150 in the rear view mirror for Labor Day; my goal for this chunk of 500 posts is to build up my level of swimming fitness to the point where I can enter some meets and get some baseline times.
On grandkids, I'm in no rush. I guess I'm still too busy screwing up the kid I've got! His latest thought is that he wants to be a forest ranger so he doesn't have to deal with people.

Of course, that was after DH had him working in the garden for an hour, moving part of a woodpile, sweeping the garage, and grilling a chicken.
