Aimee, how close are you to pre-baby measurements?
No where near. My body has spread itself and thus it shall be.
Wash ,'The Message'
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Aimee, how close are you to pre-baby measurements?
No where near. My body has spread itself and thus it shall be.
The afternoon walk wildlife report:
1 teeny-tiny baby bunny
6 robins
3 very chatty crows
1 hawk (there are two that nest in the area)
2 bemused landscape company employees.
1 co-worker who smiled at me as he walked by.
and 12 other co-workers who gave me confused or annoyed looks.
12 other co-workers who gave me confused or annoyed looks.
And you will haunt them for the rest of their days, and always will the question go through their minds, "Who was that woman? Why does she haunt me so!"
Quoth the Jilli, "Nevermore."
decomposing rubber is not life affirming.
pretty floors are.
Kristin, we must go out to lunch or something once school gets out and before you leave for LA
Late now, but I was just thinking today how sad it'd be for you to move away and to never have gotten to meet you, Kristin.
OTOH, I thought of it when I was driving in the sun and 'California' by Joni Mitchell came on. I smiled for you.
A few more Lily pics added: [link]
We just took some of her and Shiva napping together. Serious potential cuteness overload.
She's just too cute, Plei.
We just took some of her and Shiva napping together.
Iiiiiieee! Yeah, cuteness overload would be one way to describe that.
Oh, Plei! I'm broken with love!
Oh, and in mememe news, I'm having a belated freakout over the writing contest results I received yesterday. (Mentioned in GWW.) They were much lower than I expected. I flattered myself I'd finally figured out the system and was going to final or come close to it from now on. But this time my average score was actually below the contest mean, though that was mostly because my low-scoring judge, who gave me 55/100, seemed to be using a tougher scale than the other two, who gave me 87 and 77--if anything the 55 judge had the most nice things to say. She couldn't stop raving about my voice and writing skill, but she just wasn't into the story.
If I went by anything but writing contests, I'd think I was brilliantly talented, and sure to sell eventually. But these stupid contests keep taking the wind out of my sails again and again. I can't decide if that's a good thing, giving me needed toughness for life among the published, or I should step away from them because they're causing me way too much angst.
Unfortunately, I'm already entered in four more. Right now I'm wishing it was possible to take them back, but it's too late for that.