A little humor for decidedly during her move, although it speaks to anyone who's done a major move before. Thanks to my husband for sharing this with me.
From the Dilbert blog:
Have you ever noticed that you can't remember how painful it is to move until you are actually doing it? I mean, conceptually you know it will be "hard" but you never fully appreciate the fact that your entire soul will be water-boarded for about four days. At some point during the middle of the process you start thinking "I WILL NEVER MOVE AGAIN UNTIL I DIE AND OTHER PEOPLE HAVE TO CARRY ME." But a few months later the memory of the horror fades. I assume there's some evolutionary advantage to this relocation amnesia. Otherwise our predecessors would have stayed in their second-ever cave, just pooping and fornicating until it became so crowded they couldn't tell which was which.
Speaking of fornicating, I mentioned to Josh that Teri Hatcher and Ryan Seacrest had been captured on film doing a little tongue tango, and he goes, "Oh my god! How cute would those children be? They would be like little elves or something!" I guess he's in no place to comment when Ryan asks me to make him a dress like Corinne's.
And speaking of Ryan and Corinne, there's nothing more heartwarming then when I pull into the garage after work and I see their little faces framed in the cat door as they strain to scream, "Hi, mommy!" before I'm even inside.
And lastly, speaking of work, it is National Library Week and we went to see a special performance today by Lucas Miller, the Singing Zoologist. Wuh-huh? Singing Zoologist, you say? Yes! My dream job! Except I'm not sure I would do the exact same thing, as entertaining as he was for the kids. It's all well and good to make up a song called, "Stinkle, stinkle, little skunkie", but my idea of a singing zoologist is a bit more sophisticated. Like serenading the animals with a little Puccini or Mozart. Still. A singing zoologist. Can you imagine? I'm going to dream about that now, aren't I.
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| Date: | 2006-03-30 14:03 |
| Subject: | Photo Journal |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | creative |
You knew it was coming. More pictures. Sweet holy moly. These may bore some of you, but I always like to please family and friends with a look at what's new in my life. And I wasn't aware that Flickr had some sort of upload quota for the month, so I'll have a couple of news ones in a few days that I missed.
( Planters and Rooster basket )
( Afghan-tastic! )
( Austin Children's Museum )
( Sea World San Antonio )
( The new craft table )
( Bonus! I didn't completely biff my first sewing attempt! )
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Well, hello, hello, hello!
I didn't think it was physically possible to step away from your Live Journal for about three weeks, but I've lived to tell about it. I'm not quite sure if it was due to the miscarriage, or the looming 29th birthday--that I got through just fine--but I just threw myself into busy work these past couple of weeks. I finished my crocheted afghan the day of the academy awards, and I love how it came out. BTW, Jon Stewart, I still love you, even if Hollywood doesn't understand your brand of humor. The only downside to the afghan is the yarn fuzz tickles my nose a little too much.
I also added more to the kids' upstairs area in ways of storage. I put together some cubbies with cloth drawers and hung a shelf above it. Now I can move more of their sh--stuff from one place to another. I guess it does make things a little neater, but it just makes me realize they have a lot of things.
Oh, and I stacked books on the shelves and realized that we really don't have that many books. At least I'll have space for more if I ever have the money to buy them. In the meantime, I finally set up Josh's stereo he's had since before we got married. It's just been sitting in storage since we lived in Massachusetts. I'm not sure why.
Let's see, what else . . . I selected and printed out photos to put in two collage-type frames (time consuming, let me tell you), cleaned out the garage and put many things up in the attic for storage (lots of baby items we won't need for a while), and basically OCD'd on keeping the house in order. This was all in a week.
The next week I spent every minute I had available doing some work for Josh that needed to be returned Thursday for Friday delivery. Basically an editing job that turned into a rushed proofreading job. But we got it done and I even had time to go online and buy some cutesy items for the home I'd been looking at over on collectionsetc.com. I need to bring some kind of personality into my home, so I purchased a hanging rooster basket, a red-wagon planter, a pulley planter, and an herb planter. Can you tell spring fever has hit me hard?
The Saturday before my parents arrived for "Birthday Week 2006", Josh and I headed into Rooms-To-Go Kids to check out what they had by way of bunk beds. We ended up purchasing a loft bed with a twin that fits beneath perpendicularly, with storage on one side and a student desk on the other. The beds were scheduled to arrive anytime on Monday between the hours of 7 am and 10 pm. Yes, you read that right. Guess when the beds came? At a little after 9 pm. At least they do all the set up. So now the kids are together in one room, and the other bedroom will be a temporary playroom until we need it to be a nursery.
So, as I mentioned, my parents arrived Sunday night and we spent the week doing yet more odd jobs around the house. My dad helped hang some new lights, and my mother and I put together a flower arrangement in the aforementioned red wagon. We also bought some seeds so I can start herbs for my planter, but I bought a cilantro plant to fill the top of the pot. (I love me some fresh cilantro. Yum.) Plus, some flowers for the pulley planter.
We also went to pick up my birthday present from Sears. My parents got me a sewing machine. I've never sewed in my life and I'm quite intimidated, but very eager to learn. I picked up my first pattern and fabric on Sunday and may start soon on a dress for Corinne.
Friday morning was spent at the Austin Children's Museum, which the kids really liked. I thought it had some nice exhibits. Ryan's favorite part was the pretend kitchen, where he cooked for us for about a half-hour straight. He also liked Austin Kiddie Limits, where he hammed it up in front of the cameras while playing a drum and getting his groove on to some Lyle Lovett song. Hilarious stuff.
I wanted to go to Sea World San Antonio for my b-day. So we did. A bit of a drive to get there, but totally worth it. It was such a gorgeous day for practically the first time all week. I only regret not being able to see Shamu, because you can only see the orca during the show, which we missed. There isn't a separate viewing tank. And I couldn't convince anyone (not even Josh!) to go on any of the rollercoasters with me. Ryan was the one who, from the moment we stepped into the park, wanted to go on one of those water rapid rides in the big inner tubes. So my dad and I went on with him and got soaked. I mean under-the-damn-waterfall drenched. Ryan came out okay, but I'm not sure he'll want to go on the ride again anytime soon. He says he'll try the log ride next time. We'll see. Before we left, I got a chance to feed the lorikeets. There's nothing better than having five or six beautiful birds sitting on you and feeding from the little cups before they take a crap on your arm. Priceless. We also fed the dolphins some fish, and after I was finished I went to turn and throw my paper container away and the dolphin jumped out of the water and snatched it from my hand. Scared the bejeezus out of Corinne, who I was holding at the time. From what I heard, it's a common occurrence if you're not careful. I felt like I'd just given tums to an okapi. Inside joke, sorry.
My parents left very early this past Sunday morning, and now things are starting to calm down again. I do have more work to do for Josh, but a longer timeframe this time around. So I'm happy to be back on here.
As soon as I get them uploaded, I'm going to have a whole post with some pictures of many of the things I wrote about today.
P.S. I love when they list the local sponsors during the local NPR station's fundraising drive and I can hear them say, "The Asylum Street Spankers." I've got to check that out. :)
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I have bookshelves again!
So. Very. Happy.
We ordered three to match the computer desk, and they arrived last night while I was at work. Josh got them all put together before I got home, God love him. Now I just have to decide how to categorize/place the books that will fit there. Josh thinks we'll need bookends, too, but I'm not sure. I'd like to reserve some space for some decorative items or pictures. Right now, the "office" looks a bit like a museum waiting for the next display. Here it is, because you know I love to share my pictures, even of things deemed mundane.

In other news, I lost one of my double-pointed needles in the midst of knitting Ryan a sock. How you lose a 7 inch pointy piece of aluminum is beyond me. And you have to buy these things in sets of four, so I can't just replace the missing one. Crapola. I headed back to Michael's yesterday and they didn't have the right size, so I decided instead to pick up a "I Taught Myself to Crochet" kit. I'm easily distracted, as you can tell. I also bought six skeins of some Lion's Brand Homespun yarn in this beautiful color called Mediterranean. My hope is to crochet an afghan or throw after I master the basic stitches involved. Of course you'll get a picture. :)
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I've had a week to mourn and veg out and eat probably more than I should. It rained almost every day, but I had the kids to keep my mind off things. I've also been teaching myself to knit socks on double-pointed needles. The pattern is for tube socks, which are relatively easy to do, but I'm happy to have some completed socks, even if they aren't perfect.
I had ordered a prenatal fitness video the morning that I went into the ER and it arrived midweek. You just kind of let the emotions flow through you, and then you put the DVD up on the shelf. I'll use it someday. I might even use it to ease back into exercise after this week of light activity ordered by the doctor. I went back in to see her on Friday because I'd been having some pretty bad abdominal pains in the morning, but the sonogram showed I'm doing okay and the mystery pains have subsided.
Now the sun has come back out. I started back at work this morning. Life is returning to a semblance of normalcy. We finally got a chance to plant the garden for the baby yesterday. Here is what we created. The little angel in the middle is from my mom.

Thanks to you guys for all your kind comments. They meant a lot to me during this time.
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| Date: | 2006-02-21 10:24 |
| Subject: | Dealing |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | indescribable |
I lost the baby.
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| Date: | 2006-02-16 15:17 |
| Subject: | iBaby |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | geeky |
Okay, with the advent of all things iPod related, this was bound to come along sooner or later. I'm not surprised that it's out of stock right now, either, because, man, I want one. I know, I know. I have a perfectly functional stroller and umbrella stroller. But they can't make my music come out of them, can they now? Yet, I'm still wondering if I'll have to get something that will be able to accommodate Corinne if I want to take the new baby walking, like one of those buggy steps. I know she's two and should be able to use her own two feet, but if I have to wait for her I'll never get anywhere. I could always save this iBaby stroller for when I go out on my own with the little one, like in the evenings or on weekends. *sigh* I really want it.
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I pulled one of those 12 and a half hour shifts on Wednesday because Alex had a fever, supposedly left over from his chicken pox vaccine. No other symptoms, but his mom wanted to play it safe, so I stayed with him and brought Ryan and Corinne with me. They always act like I'm taking them to Disneyland when I say, "Want to go to Rosie's today?", but then they get bored sitting in an apartment with baby toys after a couple hours and Ryan starts to ask me every two minutes about when he gets to go home. So much fun I could cry. Maybe I did.
My friend Ro made it into Austin late last Wednesday night and we spent a spectacular day together on Thursday, complete with a trip to Hula Hut and a couple of rounds of Pusoy. And, yes, Flatulitis Maximus was en fuego. I felt badly that I couldn't really show her around Austin properly, as I had two kids in tow, but I had a good time getting all the good gossip on the old gang, and she had a good time giving it. She left early Friday morning to cross the border and attend a U2 concert in Mexico. Talk about a diehard fan. Of course, this is a woman who, despite everything else going on in her life, joined a church choir because they were going to Dublin in a year or so. Anyway, she sent me a great photo from the event. Looked like fun.
So the playcenter arrived in two boxes on Friday, and I took off work on Sunday so Josh and I could spend the day putting it together. Well, it turned into a two-day job, partly because we started late in the day Sunday, and partly because our cordless drill lost power and had to be charged. Josh called in sick on Monday and we worked our butts off to get that thing put together by the afternoon. Here is a picture of the finished product. Keep in mind that this thing was entirely in pieces when it arrived.

Not bad for a math editor and a pregnant lady, huh? The kids love it, of course, and I'm glad it's going to be in the 80s for the next two days so they can spend that time outside.
Valentine's Day? Josh and I are past the gift giving, and I'm okay with that, but it was still nice to find a card, actually signed, sitting in the car when I left for work that night. All I did was make chocolate-dipped strawberries for him to take to his co-workers.
I also went to see Curious George with my children yesterday afternoon. Very cute for the kids, and I loved the music. BTW, I finally rented Batman Begins and watched it over the weekend, decidedly. I really liked it, but I got into a big fight with Josh because he (who didn't sit and watch the film with me) couldn't understand why they made another Batman flick, and why people still wanted to see this stuff, blah, blah, blah. I tried to explain how this movie was completely different, and more true to the comic, but we just ended up agreeing to disagree. Oh, and I denied him nookie. "Swear to me!"
And now to catch up on all the chores I've put off for the past week. Ciao.
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1. Where does Jakers find the scorpions we catch him playing with after he's killed them? I'm getting a bit creeped out. It's only happened twice now, but I thought the new house "bugs" would be gone by now.
2. Wienerschnitzel has the best toys in their kid's meals. Hands down. These are things I want to play with, not crappy little products based on the latest movie/television show out.
3. My son is in the 100th percentile of his age group for his height. I'm raising a giant. BTW, why did the doctor say, "He has to get one S-H-O-T"? First of all, my son can figure out something as simple as that. He reads much bigger words every day. And second, are we going to sneak attack him or something? He has to know he's getting a shot. There's no getting around it.
4. Congratulations to all the winners over at Bloody Quills. It is now my focused goal to win a first-place position sometime in the future if Red is kind enough to keep it running. I had high hopes for my poem before I saw finta's entry and knew I was doomed. Man, that was brilliant stuff.
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Last night I dreamed I was a rollergirl, and my name was Diva. It was so awesome I think I would go to crazy lengths to pursue that path if I wasn't a big pregnant hippo. Okay, it's not that bad yet, but when you stop fitting in your everyday pants, but can't fit into the maternity pants either, you get a little depressed.
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| Date: | 2006-02-03 07:09 |
| Subject: | Oops! |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | embarrassed |
furiousmuse, you also know you're way too tired when you completely forget to wish someone a happy birthday! I swear the thought popped into my head on Wednesday as I was creating decorations that you and Ryan had the same b-day, but of course after getting up early to babysit and make a pie all before 7 am, your mind gets a little fuzzy.
So, happy belated birthday furiousmuse! You are definitely respected for your many wonderful qualities, and not just as a piece of ass. :) And I know you're wasted from all those papers you're writing, but Ryan can definitely not be 6 if he holds up one hand to give his age. Unless you're implying that my son is polydactyl. ;) Oh, I kid because I love.
I watched Wednesday's American Idol that I taped, and I was really embarrassed by the poor quality of musicians that showed up in Austin. Come on. Do we really suck that badly around here? I know I don't have a "pop" voice, and I'm too old now anyway, but I could have made it to Hollywood based on the crap I heard.
And between all the birthday activities I had lined up yesterday, I must have forgotten to set the recorder and have now missed the first episode of the new Survivor. I think I may cry. Don't laugh at me. Bad tv is all I have. I even considered getting more than basic cable again, but I'm worried I may never leave the house. Plus, television is killing my creative juices. I need to buckle down and write a drabble soon.
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Today is another Groundhog's Day, and Ryan can now put up his whole hand and say, "I'm this many!" Not that he would ever say something so simple and, well, retarded, but that didn't stop me from tracing his hand on some cardstock and pinning it to his shirt with the words, "I am 5 today!" written in the palm. So the plans are storytime at the library, followed by McDonald's (with the playground) for lunch, to be followed by the obligatory trip to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner. I'll be around kids and fatty foods all day today. Yay! Hopefully I come home tonight still speaking somewhat intelligently.
But I'm passing on the birthday pie love to my son, who opted for a banana pudding pie tonight when we saw the recipe in his Highlights magazine. It's pretty simple. Just vanilla pudding, banana slices, chocolate chips, and chopped peanuts, mixed together and placed in a graham-cracker piecrust. Then we'll top the slices with whipped cream. Mmmmmm. Pie.
Speaking of Groundhog's Day, I know the newscasters on CNN were anxious to get on to some "real" news, but it was so obnoxious to listen to them talking over the man who was reading off Punxsatawney Phil's weather prediction. Did they really expect the man to just walk out and say, "Six more weeks of winter"? There is some ceremony involved. These people take a lot of pride in the whole production. So, Soledad O'Brien and company, shut the hell up and let the man do his job.
In other news:
SURVIVOR TONIGHT!
Happy birthday, Ryan!
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I'm impressed that Supernatural is going up against the State of the Union tonight. Perhaps this is the time for me to finally check it out.
So Ryan will be getting a play center/swingset for his fifth birthday this Thursday, and I've spent the morning putting together the proposal to show the Architectural and Design Committee so we can get approval to build this thing in our yard. I really love where I live, but I'm a bit wary of the HOA. Right now it's being run by the builder, since our community is yet to be finished, so I'm not so worried. But I hope we don't get some Nazis on the board once it's turned over to the homeowners, because I've heard some truly awful stories. I don't mind the little paperwork involved to ask about this playset, because it will rise above the fence line and be visible to our neighbor, but it is a tad irksome to ask permission to put something in my own yard, in a house I pay the mortgage on. At least I don't see any reason why they should reject the proposal, and this would be the only thing we would probably ever have to go to the ARDC about.
Now I just have to get started on a major cleaning of the master bathroom, which I've been putting off since the holidays. Have I ever mentioned how much I detest cleaning the bathroom? Ugh.
On a positive note, I'm getting all my energy back now that I'm in the second trimester, and I've started to cook meals for the family again. Sunday was a pineapple-glazed pork loin, and last night was good ol' Chicken Divan (aka "Cheesy Chicken" to my kids who don't realize there's broccoli in it). I think I may go simple tonight and serve up spaghetti and sweet italian sausage with a cabernet marinara sauce. Let's see whole long I can keep this up before ordering a pizza one of these nights. :)
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I am guilty of watching the live red carpet shows on E! when I'm over babysitting, and I must say the highlight of the pre-SAG show was seeing Ian Somerhalder ("God's gift to humanity" Boone) again as he sauntered by the cameras. That man is beautiful. Of course, in true I-am-as-annoying-as-my-character style, Dominic Monaghan did some weird close-up thing with the camera that involved sticking out his tongue and going in and out of focus. Ugh.
And everyone's talking about this "upset" of the Crash ensemble beating out the ensemble of Brokeback Mountain, but I don't see why. Brokeback Mountain is a beautiful, wonderfully acted film, but I think as far as ensemble work, Crash did a better job. And I don't think this is a pre-cursor to what will happen at Oscar time. Then it will be Brokeback Mountain.
Only urpntbng will understand this, but anytime Ryan goes to tell Corinne a joke, be it a knock-knock joke, or just one of his random, rambling jokes that begin with a question, Corinne always answers, "Banana," now. It's great.
And though she does not read my blog, in the small chance she wanders by, I want to wish a happy birthday to my sister, Rachel.
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I've just come home from a long day of work followed by an almost equally long grocery shopping trip, but before I head off to the land of Nod, I wanted to say
Happy Birthday, decidedly!
(I'd have made it green like last year, but I'm falling asleep at the keyboard as it is.)
Hope you had a great day!
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The clock is stopped at 5:01. The clock with the shiny gold plaque that reminds me of what I once was.
A cow is moo-ing incessantly upstairs, and the sound is beginning to annoy me.
A child cries over and over again for Mickey Mouse, and she starts to sound like the cow to me.
A black cat crosses my path three times before settling in my lap. I feel lucky.
I hear my son being entertained by dragons, and he begins to sing with them.
A baby moves and my insides flutter like dancing butterflies.
Wow. This is my life. Right here. Right now.
P.S. Happy 250th birthday, Mozart. I love Google.
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| Date: | 2006-01-25 16:41 |
| Subject: | Lost Junkie |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | peaceful |
So I can't believe I broke down and spent $1.99 to watch last week's episode of Lost over at iTunes. Granted, I'm grateful that I even had the option to do that, but after reading the recap over at www.televisionwithoutpity.com (LOVE the snark!), it was kind of pointless to watch the episode. I figured it might be, but I'm a visual person and I need the security of knowing I've seen the episode before watching the next one. I guess $2 for a little peace of mind is worth it. Hopefully I won't have to do it again.
Ah, Jack. You made me so proud. It's about time you set some goals for yourself. Seriously.
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| Date: | 2006-01-25 11:41 |
| Subject: | Book to Buy |
| Security: | Public |
| Mood: | curious |
Has anyone come across, or heard of, the book, An Instinct for War: Scenes from the Battlefields of History, by Roger Spiller?
I'm not usually into reading books about war, but this book is more a collection of parables revealing human nature than a dry historical read. I read a terrific review of this book in American Heritage, which you can find here towards the bottom of the page. I'm especially intrigued by the story involving Machiavelli and his torturer in a Florentine prison. This may have to be my next read.
I finished the first dvd of Neverwhere yesterday afternoon. I had no idea what the series would be like, but I guess I thought it wouldn't look as cheesy as it sometimes does. But I do like the portrayal of the Marquis, and of Hunter, although she is completely different than I had imagined her. She almost makes me think of Dee, for some odd reason. I just need Julian to pop in so she can try and kick his ass. I'm still up and the air about the girl playing Door, and I'm not feeling too much love for the guy playing Richard. I'll see if I change my mind.
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Okay. The good news? I got to see my brother Sean before he left for Iraq. The bad news? Dude. He had to leave for Iraq. He finally left this past Saturday, his birthday, after a couple of delays in deployment.
Still, it was a very happy surprise to see him at the family party in Phoenix. His family drove down from Colorado with my three-week old niece, Sage, and made it there Saturday afternoon.
So the entire family was in one place for the first time since I can't remember when.
( Here's ) a photo of two of my brothers that I couldn't resist posting. Neither of these boys is going to Iraq anytime soon, although the one on bottom used to be around seamen alot. (Navy jokes. Gotta love 'em.)
( This ) is a picture of just my siblings, in which Corinne makes a cameo.
( And THIS ) is a picture of the whole family, spouses and children included. The only one missing is my father, who was taking the picture. Fourteen grandchildren, soon to be fifteen when my little one makes an appearance this July. This is why I'm so crazy around the holidays.
Speaking of the bambino on the way, I went to my doctor's appointment last Thursday and of course silently freaked out that they couldn't find the heartbeat. But the RN brought in the ultrasound and located the heartbeat for me, so I saw the baby for the first time, which is always thrilling for me.
And then I managed to vomit all over myself in the car on the way home. I know that just grossed most of you out, but both Ryan and Corinne had just gotten over some type of 24-hour bug, and I guess it was just my turn to get it. I didn't appreciate the fact that it hit me in the middle of a busy highway where I couldn't exactly pull over to do the deed. It's always nice to gross my son out. But I'm all better now, and Josh got through a weakened form of the virus on Sunday.
What else? Hmmm. My friend Vanessa sent me "The Power", so I could finish re-reading SC, which I did when I couldn't get up off the couch except to visit the porcelain god. She also sent me the DVDs of Neverwhere, which I'm very interested in viewing this week.
I also inadvertently recorded over Wednesday's episode of Lost with Thursday's episode of CSI: before I got a chance to watch it. AND THEY'RE NOT RE-PLAYING THIS WEEK! It was too much to ask, I suppose. I blame the illness.
I spent the morning reading about two-week's worth of my f'list and you guys have completely brightened my day, as always. furiousmuse, I'm so glad that school is off to a smooth start for you and I wish you all the best with your classes. finta, you TOTALLY have every right to get excited over the water softener. I envy you. This hardwater is driving me nuts. Hey, we just got a new garage-door opener and I want to do the happy dance every time I push the button to start the darn thing. So, I understand. I'm also happy I'm not shoveling snow. :) decidedly, the Neko Case news? Fantastic. cathyrne, I was very happy to hear about you venturing out recently into the fresh air. That is one of the best feelings after being cooped up for various reasons.
Well, now I'm just about late to Corinne's two-year well-check appointment. Thanks a bunch, LJ.
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| Date: | 2006-01-11 13:41 |
| Subject: | Taking a break |
| Security: | Public |
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I'm still alive. Honest.
Just soaking up the sun in Phoenix.
Much to say later.
Oh, and although I wrote you a couple weeks ago, let me thank you again, here and now, cathyrne, for my LJ Santa fic. Rock on. ;)
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