Happy New Year, Bitches!

Happy Birthday to Susan!

My sister and her husband held a little soiree at her place last night. Met a charming English couple who had lived in Salisbury, one of my favourite parts of England (near Avebury, Stonehenge and Winchester cathedral). We had a long leisurely fondue dinner, and champagne at midnight. I had a long lie-in this morning (still not over this cold) and there's a dinner planned here for this evening.

Cass' NYE wish for the Buffistas is just perfect.

Happy New Year's, JS. That sounds like a great evening.

Happy New Year, peoples!!!

Happy Birthday, Susan!!!

Have been working all day. Brain is broken. Am going to order pizza.

Happy Birthday, Susan!!!

I just tossed out the 2001 Writer's Market that has been sitting on my desk between my two dictionaries and my 1955 Bartlett's.

It represents the last time I seriously attempted to return to writing and I held onto it far beyond its lifespan. All it was really doing is mocking me, sitting there, unused. "Had I known then I had Diabetes, perhaps I could have focused better. Maybe if. Maybe if..." it whines.

Today I decided that if I stopped giving a damn what a book says to me and tossed it, maybe I could clear one more bit of brain clutter, too.

So I ripped off the cover, tore out the CD, and consigned the rest of the book to the wastepaper recycling bag where I can't hear it.

I'm feeling much better.

I just took a nap.

I had a dream where I showed up at work, discovered that I wasn't on the schedule any more, and was basically told to go home and not come back, because they didn't need me anymore.

The law firm had turned into a ranch, and there was a baby elephant runing around, so maybe it wasn't that realistic, but still, not my favorite dream ever.

The baby elephant was awfully cute though.

Happy New Year, all!

And Happy Birthday, Susan!

I had a lovely NYE hanging with Smonster and others. There was much talk, wine, and bellydancing. Then late late late this morning -- practically not morning anymore, but not quite -- I joined friends for collard greens and hoppin' john, the traditional good luck NYD breakfast food in these parts. Plus biscuits, smoked trout and capers, eggs, veggie sausage, coffee and many mimosas. Lee and Sean were right -- oj and champagne got it done just fine.

It's been sunny and mid-70s all day -- a gorgeous start to the year.

Finally nephew pictures.

In response to an increasing number of billboards touting Missouri's porn shops and strip clubs, the Show-Me state's senate passed a bill defining nudity as "any bare exposure of the skin located on a person's body below the armpits and above the knees." And banned such nudity from billboards.

As the Kansas City Star notes, "That's the entire strike zone, baseball fans!"

So when they say strike zone, they mean porn? Huh. Baseball's taking over everything.