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Feb. 26th, 2007 | 11:24 am

The body in the boullion

The Witching Hour

A Tealeaf in the Mouse

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Twelve Sharp

Four to Score

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Gratitude

Feb. 26th, 2007 | 07:12 am
State of lasciviousness: grateful grateful

Been thinking a lot about the Secret this weekend and trying to use it as a way through my sea of crankiness. It was a pretty rough one, mostly due to hormones and ss crank. And the whole baby/no baby emotional roller coaster that left me in tears every day for several days. Sooo tired of that. Seriously.

So I wanted to take this opportunity to write in here and catch myself up a little and also get the grateful juices flowing because I need an attitude adjustment. 

Christmas was really great. I slept in late and yh got up early and started the turkey. We both worked really hard making dinner and it was sooo worth it. The food was awesome and we ate off that turkey for weeks. YH is a great turkey cooker. I'm grateful for that day, and having our first Christmas together as a married couple. I'm grateful for my family, who I missed a lot that day and every day. I'm really lucky to have people who love me. I know it was tough for some of them, especially considering everybody thought we'd be back in Nashville by now and nobody had the faintest idea that that last Christmas together and my wedding would be the last time we'd get together like that for a long time. I'm very grateful that we've been able to stay in touch regularly and visit. 

Then came our anniversary. I must admit I had pretty low expectations for that day. Had to spend part of the day with ss which made me pissed beyond words at first. But it was soooo much better than I thought it would be. And Yh really worked hard to make it a special day for me and I'm eternally grateful for that. He really did make the holidays wonderful. I love him so much and am so grateful for him every day, but especially that day. We went to the Melting Pot and it was wonderful as usual. Ate too much, as usual. He had things set up with balloons and a card and we got our picture taken together. It's one of my favorite pictures of us together.

The anniversary of the worst day of my life came and went. That too, was better than I expected. It was just another day. I'm really grateful to have passed that day. I have so much to look forward to. I really hope to one day be able to celebrate that day. I'm not there yet, not even close... but I'm more confident than ever that I will be able to someday.

I think the next big event was my birthday. That was another day that I'd been sort of dreading, but once again Yh made it a wonderful, amazing day for me. I cannot possibly express how grateful I am to have him in my life. Most of my birthdays have been pretty shitty for one reason or another and I wasn't having very high hopes for this one bc ss was yet again intruding into a day that was supposed to be "my" day. But I was so wrong. Having him here added so much to my day. He really was a joy to be around and I cried so many tears of happiness that day that I could've filled buckets. It was more than my day. It was our day. It was a beautiful day. I'm incredibly grateful for that day. 

Something else happened on that day that I still have mixed emotions about. I talked to Lisa, who I haven't spoken with since I've been married. I'd heard some things about that part of the family, but it was interesting hearing them from the horse's mouth so to speak. Some of them are doing really well and I'm very grateful for that. Others are having a lot of  difficulties. I'm just happy to hear from them and to know that they're safe for the most part.

I know a lot more has happened, but it's hard to some up two months in a few paragraphs. I won't promise to write in here more because I'm not very good at those kinds of promises. But I will promise to continue working on the gratitude thing. I feel like I've learned so much about that the past year. I had to try to learn to be grateful for my many blessings and try to see the brighter side of things. Otherwise I would've lost my mind. Yh has taught me a lot about that, though I know I have a lot yet to learn. I still catch myself saying "but" too much. But it's about the journey and not the destination. As much as I can strive for inner peace and happiness and all that shit, life still has to be lived. And I'm living a pretty damned good one.

Okay enough philosophical junk. I need breakfast.

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Dec. 23rd, 2006 | 09:54 am

Comfort me with Apples: More Tales frm the Table

Went into SL with J and L for a minute. I miss my Chow *plots to get her here* Looking forward to a nice peaceful weekend w/ yh. Can't wait for Christmas!!
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Out and about

Dec. 22nd, 2006 | 09:19 am
State of lasciviousness: content content
Melodic rot: The Arabian Dance ("Coffee") Tchaikovski

So this week yh and I have been *gasp* leaving our house! Which has been really nice, but I'm afraid of wearing him out because he's been doing beucoup d'OT this week as his coworker has the plague or somesuch. But yay for his other cw who gave us boooooze for xmas. Can't wait to try that! Oooh when looking for a link for that came across this for key lime rum cake. Might have to try that.  And I think the rum balls we made last weekend have aged properly enough for us to eat in a day or two. And one last word on the booze front... chocolate martini mixes.... yummmmmmmm. I'd put a link but sadly I accidentally broke the bottle and can't remember the name now.

Unfortunately things on the prezzie front are not going so smoothly. out of the three things I wanted to get yh I've only managed to acquire one. But I did get him a couple of other things here and there though. And the one thing I did get him... well I kinda felt like we were on some kind of mythical journey to throw a ring in a volcano or something.  We had to battle traffic and hordes of women in tiny shorts (in December!) and their beleaguered men and squalling babies and go to three different stores and we finally scored the last bottle of Pi in Macy's. :-D To celebrate out triumph we hecided to get coffee drinks... which i proceeded to dump down the front of my WHITE shirt. So I had to do the walk of shame through the mall, but instead of wearing yesterday's dress with my panties in my purse, I was trying in vain to cover the everspreading coffee stain on my shirt as I slunk through crowds of women in tiny noncoffee stained shorts (did I mention it's December??!!)

And yes you read that right. YH had to take me shopping to buy HIS present.

New Year's resolutions
1. Get a job so as not to have to say "I need money so I can buy you a xmas present"
2. Learn bus route so can maybe actually get YH present he hasn't driven me to pick up

Also went to Hoffman's this week, which was really cool. Definitely want to go back when it's less crowded. It's been nice driving around this week looking at the Pretty Lookies. I don't know if I'll ever get used to the sight of Christmas lights strung up on palm trees though. But it always makes me smile to see the pink flamingos that light up right next to the nativity scenes and Santa Clauses. Only in Florida.

 

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Dec. 20th, 2006 | 11:46 am

Agatha Raisin and the Haunted House by M.C. Beaton- Does anyone likeable ever get murdered in these books? Okay dumb question :-P. But Agatha does decide to start a detective agency, which seems like a surprisingly logical decision for her. Eagerly awaiting the next installment.

Tender at the Bone: Growing up at the Table by Ruth Reichl- A really good choice to get me through the cookie making extravaganza of the past few days.

Tales of the Slayer: Volume One- Yes I know... but it was actually pretty good. Except the Bathery one, which was disappointing. But yeah, I'll probably read the rest too. Don't tell anybody.
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Dec. 12th, 2006 | 08:02 am

The Photograph by Penelope Lively... Kind of depressing. Shows how people only know the you that you portray and there can be worlds inside you that nobody sees... or that some people are just bitches who sleep with their sister's husbands for no apparent reason... whichever you prefer

I, Fatty by Jerry Stahl... very interesting, if somewhat self pitying... not that he doesn't have lots of things to feel self-pitying about. Fascinating story about the first great scandal in the American film industry... and also tells about the origins of the famous pie in the face gag.

Dancing in my Nuddy Pants by Louise Renison... where angus becomes a daddy and we read about the Cosmic Horn for the first time.
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"For some reason, known only to the god Freud, I dreamt about babies"

Dec. 8th, 2006 | 07:36 am
Melodic rot: We Wish You a Merry Christmas sung by my clock

(Victoria Bliss, Trojan Gold)

Mine was a little creepier than Vicky's though. Instead of babies stuck head down in the snow, mine was being chased by a demon in the form of Eddie Murphy.

It started out as one of those going back to hugh school dreams. I have those a lot. I was going to a basketball game. I don't know if I was a teacher or a cheerleader, but I was dressed inappropriately for both, so I was going to leave. Before I could, some sort of riot broke out.

I met Melissa at the airport. I was very impressed that she'd flown all by herself AND had the foresight to have her car shipped over too. We went to book her into a hotel where it happened that I was also scheduled for a job interview. I went upstairs for the interview and met with a group of well dressed executives who then proceeded to scream at me for not closing the door when I came in (cue foreshadowing).

Turns out that my job was to take care of this special baby. The baby could talk inside people's heads, which was very convenient because he could tell me when he needed to be changed without a bunch of unnecessary crying or screaming. So I went off to change him and he was just filthy and had bad diaper rash like he'd been neglected. By this time I was getting really cranked up at those executives for yelling at me and neglecting the poor baby. I went to give them a piece of my mind. I went looking for the suits and got lost, which is almost a constant occurrence in my dreams. I'd already gotten lost twice in the dream so far, once in the high school and once when looking for Melissa. I came upon a room with a bed. I was going to put the baby down for a nap when a black man suddenly appeared in the room. And I don't mean black like African American. He really was black. He also looked just like Eddie Murphy. That's when I found out the real reason for me being there.

He said he was a demon and he was there for the baby. I said for him to leave because there was no way I was giving him the baby. The Eddie Murphy demon laughed and said that the only thing that could protect the baby was a closed door. The demon was very powerful, but couldn't pick locks apparently. He also pointed out that it was my fault that he was going to get the baby because I kept leaving doors open like I was raised in a barn. We were having a very civilized conversation, which was apparently a theme in this dream. Did I mention he was wearing a three piece suit too? Unfortunately our conversation was interrupted by me waking up. I'm almost tempted to try to go back to sleep and finnish it.
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Silver

Dec. 7th, 2006 | 12:39 am
State of lasciviousness: nostalgic nostalgic

She's gone. I'm trying really hard not to dwell on her death, but focus on the happy memories. I can close my eyes and see her so clearly, though I've only seen her a couple of times this year. I can see her eyes, feel her fur, hear her purr. She had a little crook at the end of her tail from getting it slammed in a door when she was a kitten. She would look at me and purr without me even touching her. She was so happy for any bit of attention. She would jump on my shoulders and take a ride. I loved her for her imperfections. She was smelly... she drooled... she slept with her eyes open in a really creepy way. But she was mine and I loved her. She came into my life at one of my lowest points. No one's thirteenth year is pleasant I'm sure, but mine was especially bad. I moved in with my mom and she came with me. She followed me to every home I've lived in since then, except this one. She's been there with me through every move, every boyfriend, every heartbreak. She was a constant in my life when everything was falling apart. She was there to give me kitty love and kisses. She was there for the happy times too. She let me put bows and bells around her neck at Christmas time. She liked peas and canned cat food and pretty much anything else she could get her toothless little jaws on. She was the inspiration for catfood soup. She slept in various places.. under Christmas trees, in baskets and boxes, curled around my neck and on top of my face. Her latest favorite places were my iron skillet and a casserole dish. That was the last place I saw her, curled up on some plastic bags in a glass dish. I know she missed Meghan. Now she and Meghan are curled up in a ball in the big cat basket in the sky. RIP my Bella Gato... I'll miss you.
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Dec. 7th, 2006 | 12:12 am

The Body in the Belfry by Katherine Hall Paige

Knocked out by my Nunga nungas by Louise Renison
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Nov. 13th, 2006 | 09:24 am

Murder Post-Dated

On the Bright Side I'm Now the Girlfriend of a Sex God by Louise renison.

mmhmm... I know how she feels <3
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Oct. 30th, 2006 | 07:34 am

Mesmerised by Candace Camp

The Sweet Potato Queens' Wedding Planner/Divorce Guide by Jill Conner Browne
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Oct. 23rd, 2006 | 11:43 am

Catnap: A Midnight Louie Mystery, Carole Nelson Douglas

We Speak No Treason, Rosemary Hawly Jarman

Falling Awake, Jayne Ann Krentz
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Oct. 4th, 2006 | 11:58 am

Lie Still: A Novel of Suspence

Remind me never to have brain surgery....
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Oct. 3rd, 2006 | 08:12 am

Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging
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Sep. 25th, 2006 | 05:18 pm

The dawning of the day:
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Finally a satisfying ending

Sep. 19th, 2006 | 01:57 pm

I don't Know How She Does It

The saddest book I've ever read that has made me question my life and choices more than it probably should have. Made me cry four or five times. Don't want to fall into a boring self involved revelry right now, so might discuss later.

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Sep. 16th, 2006 | 02:06 am

Then He Ate My Boy Entrancers: More Mad, Marvy Confessions of Georgia Nicolson (Confessions of Georgia Nicolson)
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Here

Sep. 12th, 2006 | 01:44 pm
State of lasciviousness: drained drained
Melodic rot: Put your lights on- Santana and (ear candy) Everlast

ok so lots of randomness the past couple of days and will probably forget some things.

We'll work backwards...

My body continues in it's continuing efforts to turn me into a sniveling mess writhing on the floor in fits of miserable futility.... ok someone takes herself waaay too seriously....

dh is giving me play by play of the apple thingy which has potential for great niftyness in terms of new ipods :-D

Finnished Away Laughing on a Fast Camel. I love me some Georgia Nicolson books!

made beerburgers last night... I've been wearing out the Foreman grill lately.

We finished up last season of the Unit last night. I'm currently working on the selection process to see which lucky shows get picked to be tivo season passes.

My mother has a creepy stalker... of course she does.... *sighs* A little worried, but she's dealt with much scarier guys than this... plus her three big slobbering dogs are there...  So apparently she's finished being pissed with me. Nice to know.

Much Melissa news to report, but will hold off just in case someone ever looks at this.

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collage

Sep. 10th, 2006 | 01:15 pm

Here! )
My Interests Collage! )

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Sep. 10th, 2006 | 12:31 pm
State of lasciviousness: exhausted exhausted

The Sweet Potato Queens' Field Guide to Men: Every Man I Love Is Either Married, Gay, or Dead 

Too funny!

Spiderweb (Paperback)
by Penelope Lively 

Really well written, but unsatisfactory ending

Other than that, not too much to report... sleep deprivation and too much crank. DH has finished the Half-Blood Prince, so I finally have someone to talk to about it in a non-slashy way. Discussed interesting parallells between the HP books and Star Wars.

Oooh I figured out how to do Actions in PS, which is tres tres nifty. 

Mom still cranky w/ me *sighs*

Feeling kinda zombie-ish. Need to get a job.

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