What are you up to?

Dunno, but DD was my starting point, so something larger than that.

Annabel's party was fun. We had eight adults, counting us, and two other kids--an 18-month-old and a 2 1/2-year-old. Annabel still doesn't get the point of tearing into wrapping paper, but she loves her new giant legos and learning table and push toy that turns into a riding toy when her legs are longer. At one point, Annabel, Alexandra, and Sara all stood around the learning table looking like so many evil geniuses with a superweapon. I hope the pictures turn out.

Our girl isn't wild about chocolate cake, leading me to wonder if she really is my daughter, strong physical resemblance notwithstanding.

Something's been bugging me. About 20ish years ago, I caught a bit of a PBS show, I'm fairly sure was a mini-series on Masterpiece Theater. The only thing I remember was that it was period, that the women's dresses were extremely low cut, and that one of the young women got caught in the rain in someone's conservatory during a ball or some sort of entertainment.

I really liked it, but my parents wouldn't let me watch it because it was too risque for their tastes. I'd really like to see the whole thing, but I have no idea what it is. Anyone?

Dunno, but DD was my starting point, so something larger than that.

You could give a person a concussion if you lowered your bo(s)om on them.

Gw'on with your wishful thinking, Hec.

You know how you figure something out and it seems so cool and you go to tell people about it and then you realize that everyone knows already and you're a gazillion hours late to the party? Yeah. That just happened to me. "I Started a Joke," that song by the Bee Gees? It's about the life and death of Jesus Christ. And holy crap is it bitter.

Okay Jen, you just told the wrong people, because I didn't know that, and am having the response you wanted to inspire. That is so cool. I've listened closely enough to the lyrics that the line "Til I finally died, which started the whole world living" made me think of Jesus, but I figured that was just me. The Gift (BtVS) was somewhat instrumental in getting me back to church, as well, so I ... my brain just works that way.

Oh, yeah. I've got the same place in mind that I take the outgrown diapers to. Very depressing to drive down there, so I wait until I have a full load. I might have to go through the linen closet because it's a family homeless shelter and they said they always need bed linens and towels, too.

Our church runs a food pantry, and then also participates in an interfaith food pantry for the town, one which the school collects for as well, so it is altogether too easy for us. The church also just started up a clothing closet. They did a special day on Saturday, with prom gowns and make up and stuff for local girls who might need the help. I have to go through our clothes, today--not for prom stuff, just because everyone here has grown too much this year, even, sadly, the people who are all done growing up, but still growing out. *sigh* All the dresser drawers are bulging, much like my thighs.

All the dresser drawers are bulging, much like my thighs.

It almost feels cruel to say this, but I love this image.

There was a food pantry in the burbs of Chicago that helped me out a lot when I was on public aid. They were wonderful people, and before I moved I took several boxes of food and stuff down to them. As I walked in the door, I burst into tears. They went and got the lady that ran the food pantry to thank me, and she remembered me. She gave me a great big hug and we chatted for a few minutes. I didn't realize it would be so hard going back there...even on the other end.

Oooo...coffee just beeped! Yay for coffee!

It almost feels cruel to say this, but I love this image.

Nah, not cruel. Really, when I catch a look at the mirror, out of the corner of my eye, I wonder who the heck is following me. It's only my ass.

Hopefully, going up and downstairs every time I want a cigarette will at least not *hurt* in that acreage area.

I'm hoping that now that it's getting to be a bit nicer that Toto and I will take longer walks. I need *something*. It's pretty clear that I'm not going to get my ass to the gym, and I'm about out of clothes to wear again. I just can't bare the thought of going up another size. So, I'm putting myself on South Beach...starting with my next big grocery shopping trip. I hope it helps...

Poor Charles and Camilla. Waiting all this time, then the Pope dies and they schedule the funeral for your wedding day. They may reschedule. I wonder if they had a passing thought of "They'll do anything to screw this up for us."

They may reschedule. I wonder if they had a passing thought of "They'll do anything to screw this up for us."

It's payback for Henry VIII's temerity.

Timelies!

Beej, my favorite moment in weddings comes out of my ceremony, wherein Ari, our dear friend who was the unofficial officiant (we had someone else sign the papers), quoted Krusty the Klown and invoked Hitler in the opening sentence (he's a comedian with a PhD in German philology). It was perfect, because it was completely irreverent and hysterically funny and pitched perfectly to our rather sick tastes. (Side note: we finally got the actual photos! I should have them uploaded by tonight.)