Jen schmoop, sj schmoop! And Stephanie! Happy day in Bitches. You all give me warm fuzzies.

Cindy, I banish your cold. I waving shiny, magical objects and speaking Latin in front of some books. Be gone!

My guy just left. I didn't see him at all last weekend because I holed up to do homework. All. Freakin'. Weekend. I have 2 papers to write this weekend (mostly done with one now), so he took off to let me do it. But now, I'm lonely and have to work.

Jen = doomed.

sj = still doomed.

Stephanie, that just so very lovely!

Happy day in Bitches.

Puppycat is one my very last nerve yet still cute enough to live.

I believe that chicat is also doomed. . . or is she so far gone that it is past noticing?

Yay for all the schmoopy Bitches!

Stephanie, that is so wonderful! It gives me faith that community fellowship really hasn't fallen through the cracks. I live in a condo community that is very physically close (because they used to be apartments.) Been here 1-1/2 years and yet I don't know the names of any of my neighbors! I say hello to a number of them in the hall and parking lot, but still. No names, no get togethers, nada.

ChiKat is doomed.

My cold is doomed, if ChiKat and her Latin have anything to say about it.

Stephanie, that's really just plain sweet, then. I would expect miltary wives to come to the rescue, because so many have been through it. Plain old neighbors throwing a shower for the new kid on the block is even more touching.

Umpteen in-laws and sprong due in T minus 21 minutes and counting. I guess I ought to put some shoes on.

I found an old floppy that wasn't labeled and wondered what was on it. Completely forgot that my computer doesn't have a bay for that. I am just going to assume it wasn't anything important. When did floppies become obsolete?

Yay, Jen!

Stephanie, that is so cool.

I talked to my parents this morning. It sounds like Dad just isn't doing so well with the chemo and radiation. They're actually switching him to a different type of chemo they hope he'll tolerate better. And yesterday after radiation he was apparently very confused and had short-term memory problems. Mom said he was back to normal today, but when I talked to him, everything he said made sense in isolation, but he seemed distracted and jumped from topic to topic at lightning speed.

We need to email Ex-Army Brother in California and coordinate a summer visit. They're the only part of the family that hasn't met Annabel yet, and if we can plan an overlapping trip, we can actually get all four of us and our assorted spouses and kids (at least the kids who aren't being sent to Iraq next month) in the same place at once.

Five-and-a-quarter or three-and-a-half? I still have the latter drive, though I transported it from my old computer, and it has no face.

I admit to the doomed state. We've been going out for (counting...) 9 months now. Good heavens....

Plain old neighbors throwing a shower for the new kid on the block is even more touching.

Yes, exactly. So so sweet.

Umpteen in-laws and sprong due in T minus 21 minutes and counting. I guess I ought to put some shoes on.

Just shoes??

Three and a half.

I am wondering if I kept my old drive because unless I threw an extra harddrive in that space, I could install it.

However I don't feel like dissecting a computer just to randomly see what is on a disk. If I really get that curious, I can drop by Kinko's. I tend to make myself bleed otherwise.

And ChiKat? So smitten.

((Susan)) I hope your dad responds to the new treatment better.