Happy Birthday to my beloved!

I'd write something all mushy here, but it wouldn't be anything new to you. :-) I'm glad you were born.

True confession time. I,like my mother before me, am a bathroom reader. It's quiet and there are few distractions ( Read more... )

Is it bad that I just looked up the video for Moby's Southside (feat. Gwen Stefani) just to watch Gwen lick the back of Moby's neck/bald head? Is it bad that I never know if I'd rather be Gwen or Moby in that situation ( Read more... )

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What was good about yesterday--hanging out w/ the family playing Lego Rock Band, spending "quality time" w/ my husband in the early a.m. Chinese take out for dinner, and I actually ate a piece of fresh produce! Go orange! (shut up, it's something I want to do every day and I KNOW it's sad that I don't.)  Also, sucked down the latest Succubus book ( Read more... )

On NYE of The Year 2000 (DUH duh) I was in my mom's apartment with my beloved, my 1.5 year old son, my favorite baby seestor, age14, and my mom. We were watching The Matrix, which somehow we'd missed in the theater (babies will do that to a person). At midnight we heard the fireworks being set off over the airport (I think?) but it was overcast so ( Read more... )

I woke up depressed after dreaming about losing a cat that had a big gash in its back. It had stitches but had pulled them out. I kept driving around in the snow looking for it, and trying to find the vet's phone number to arrange to have the kitty stitched up again. Futile. Yuck ( Read more... )

Here is the list of books I got, for starters ( Read more... )

Hey Kym, I dunno if this will work for you, but it makes me feel better. It makes me cry sometimes, but in a good way. Because my mama loves me like a rock, and I know yours does too.

Look up the lyrics, I bet you'll like them.

Love to you.

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Me: (After warming my freezing "mouse hand" on son's neck.) I think I'm going to turn the oven on and climb in.
My child-whose-days-would-be-numbered-if-he-weren't-both-cute-and-funny: (Pats me gently on the arm, looks at me sincerely while shaking his head): But that's how your sister died. You remember, those nasty children Hansel and Gretel?