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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

signs i'm becomeing more suburban and boring:

we got a Costco membership. and i'm excited about it. :)

signs i still don't have the hang of this whole suburbia thing:

i tried to go shopping at the mall. on a Saturday afternoon. in the rain. what the hell was i thinking? ;)

:: scribbled at 4:46 PM ... ... o

Monday, May 9, 2005

oh, bunch of stuff burbling around in my head tonight...

first and foremost, if you can spare some prayers or kind thoughts for a sick girl, it would be appreciated. Little Small's school has been helping out the family of a kindergarten girl in another school in the district; she's been in and out of hospitals for most all the year. i heard today that she's not doing well, and any positive energy you can send towards her family... it's sure to help.

(scattershot post, so don't expect segues.)

i think i've finally put my finger on one of the roadblocks in the job hunt. it's really nice not having information overload every damn day. i get to pick and choose what to give my attention to, and the pace is much gentler. not so much email, not so much data, not so much interruption... it's quite lovely. the thought of going back to an eight hour grind of information... well, i know it's necessary, productive, and even fun when you find a challenge you like. but still. so, having identified the roadblock, i can now work on getting around it.

on a somewhat related note, i've been thinking about changing courses, lifewise, and realized how much respect i have for Chef and her choices in the last year or so. she got a degree in one field (culinary arts, hence the nickname), realized that for a variety of reasons she couldn't take the daily physical grind of being in a commercial kitchen, and picked a whole 'nother field to pursue. have i mentioned that she got her license as a financial advisor? yeah. *whole* 'nother field. and she'd doing a bang up job as our advisor. :)

*sharp left*

Mother's Day was lovely. it's been a mixed bag the last two years, as i've struggled with my role, and in whose life i figure. still nice, but... confusing. this year, LS (of his own volition) made me a poster card, with MOTHER spelled down the left side, and a different thought for each letter. M was 'Makes me dinner', T was 'Teaches me things'... you get the idea. bright and early, at the ass crack of dawn Sunday, *patter patter patter* 'i made you something!' and The Dane and LS presented me with the scroll, a Darth Vader illustrated novelette (limited run publication of one copy), and a card from both my guys telling me they loved me. *melts* now, i'm not normally the gushy type. but i can't help thinking how very, very lucky i am, not only to be loved, but to have them tell me how much.

i've been thinking lately about what i've learned so far from being with The Dane, and one of them is to be much more verbal about telling people i love them. it still doesn't come easily to my New England self. but it's easier every day, and seeing the immense positive energy of saying those three words makes it even easier.

another thing i've learned, or just picked up, from hubby is a love of boxing. now, i've been interested in many arcane things because of who i've been seeing at the time. and many of the subjects (not the guys) have become interesting in their own right. but i have to say, it's still surprising to me that i now really love boxing.

yup, The Dane is a former Golden Gloves contender and boxing afficianado. i watched a few bouts on ESPN Classic early on, before we were even dating, because i knew he loved the sport. but i couldn't really appreciate it, and part of me still thought that beating up another person wasn't really sportsmanlike. then The Contender came on. man, oh man! i *love* this series. and i've started taping old Ali fights, watched Ring of Fire and taped an Emile Griffith fight, learned some of the lingo and personalities, and really gotten into it. should you ever pass by our house when a match is on, you'll know from the wholehearted screaming and admonishments directed at the television set. ;)

*veers to the other side of the road*

i suppose this is sort of related to the 'less information overload' thought... if you've written to me lately, please know that all email gets read, but that my response time is lagging, at least by some standards. it's all in the queue, and responses will be forthcoming.

...right after another round of Bejeweled. ;)

:: scribbled at 10:50 PM ... ... o

Sunday, May 8, 2005

alas, the scrumfy sheets are no more. :(

i was getting into bed the other night, and noticed a spot which turned out not to be a spot, but a tear. i've worn those sheets so threadbare that they fell apart. sigh. i actually contemplated sewing up the tear, but there just isn't any fabric left to hold the repair together.

on an unrelated note, life with hubby is never boring. given that he's a magician and vaudeville performer, any number of interesting props turn up all over the house. and when he was teaching himself to play the ukelele, i came downstairs one night to find Little Small in the tub, splashing and singing the Sponge Bob song, to the accompaniment of The Dane, who was sitting on the toilet (lid down, thankyouverymuch), playing the ukelele and singing right along.

and then there are nights like last night. i was sitting in the living room, and hubby came in to ask me a question.

'honey, would you strap me into my straitjacket?'

yes, life in our household never lacks for adventure. ;)

:: scribbled at 4:56 PM ... ... o