Thank you, DCJ.

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The Rutles music is more listenable, to me....

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Who expects somebody in a wheelchair to pull a double cross? Me. But I am in a wheelchair and Elmore Leonard's bitch...that must be the unique perspective my writing teachers were always on about.

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Whee floor prep tomorrow to sand - not sure how well this will go if I am already tired.

aren't you all glad the internet is here so you can here the exciting stories of minor house renovations? I miss amyparker stories about her house renovations.

hugs to p-c, and vw. they seem to need them the most tonight.

Today was the begining of our Summer reading program at our library. All they were allowed to do is sign up. there were still hundreds of kids in to sign up and get books. Normaly, fridays and saturdays are quiet days. boring even. not today.

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Holy crapshit. I put my résumé up on MedZilla today, and five people are looking at it already. Screw you, Monster.com. (Huh, it looks like there it's gotten four views...from four different insurance companies, I'd wager.)

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The Rutles music is more listenable, to me....

But what about the cultural reference opportunities?

Who expects somebody in a wheelchair to pull a double cross?

Me.

You, erika, could totally and easily pull off a double cross. I like that about you.

I miss amyparker stories about her house renovations.

I plain miss amyparker. Good luck with the floors, beth.

I put my résumé up on MedZilla today, and five people are looking at it already.

Cool.

It is waaaaay too late for me to still be up. I was thinking about it being bedtime nearly four hours ago. I'm going to make some chamomile tea and put on the DiscoveryTimes channel. I might be awake, but I will be entertained and possibly calmer.

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Hec, don't rush on my account. I've just been thinking a lot lately, that I hope you didn't send it, and think I wasn't acknowledging it.

I need a drink.

ppppffftttttbbbbbb.

I went out Wednesday to buy LOTS beer for cookout I'm co-hosting on Saturday. How's my timing?

I figure it's pretty good. If you'd had too much to drink, surely Owen would have woken at some ungodly hour, with some source of displeasure that made him needy in the loudest way. It doesn't actually pay to get a load on when you're a parent, even if they're in bed during drinking time. I told you about the New Year's morning Ben (who was almost 2) woke up crying at 4:30. When an unclad Scott went in to try to quiet Ben down, Ben promptly vomited the remains of the blueberry yogurt he'd had for supper, all over him.

guess i'll be one of few who will see Serenity for the first time in september.

I'll be one of the few as well. The closest places to me are Jersey and Albany, I think. Can't swing either of those with my work schedule.

I'll be waiting for September, as well, because I can't be arsed to follow the release schedule, and then go into Boston to see a movie, when it will be in wide release in a couple of months.

I just heard a really loud knocking and noone is at any of my doors. Thought it might be the friend who is stopping by to check on me post-migraine after the bbq that I had to cancel on because of said migraine wasn't gone today.

I woke up at 3:50am, thinking I'd heard Ben say Chris's name, as if he were looking for him. I'd fallen asleep on the couch. I'm doing that too much, lately. I finally stop running for the day and just pass out. Anyhow, after I was awake for a second, I knew I must have dreamed it, because I didn't hear anything else, but I'm too gunshy about Christopher. I don't think I'll ever get over the time he got out of the house. So I had to go up and check. Then I checked on everyone else, and was too wide awake, or so I thought, to go back to sleep. I put on the coffee, and after I was through about a half a cup, I realized I could have gone back to sleep. I don't know if I'll try now, or not.

I hope your migraine gets better, Cass. I'm fighting a headache, but I think it's primarily from the smell of the hair color. I hate that smell.

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I think the really loud knocking I heard earlier was actually someone banging on the neighbor's side door. In retrospect, it makes sense. And there's an open window near enough that it would have sounded as close as, if not closer, than any of my doors.

If you can, Cindy, you should try and get more sleep. Chris' Great Escape is still very upsetting to me. Parenting is hard. And scary.

Ignore, if you can, the smell of hair color. Which is nasty. Though the results can be very very pretty.

The migraine is fading in parts. The nausea, and some generalized anxiety, is the worst of it right now. One last pill (yay, dosing information on the interbunny) and then I am going to actively try to sleep.

Are migraine "hangovers" normal for others who get them? I feel just fuzzy and still very off the day after the migraine is gone oftentimes. Also a weird taste in my mouth. I cannot brush my teeth enough. I usually end up drinking a lot of the jasmine green tea.

Puppycat nicked the squishy hotpad. She's looking like the princess who has finally found her pea-less mattress. I'll play the villan of this piece. Because I have thumbs and I control The Food.

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Cindy, you need a Christopher cage.

My mother is going to kill me when she realizes I've put a picture of her with her real nose up online, but she's the one who wanted us to try fixing the fading on her wedding photo. Dude! They're almost ten years younger than me in this picture. BABIES.

Also, baby me.

(Yes, kids, tonight was Fun With Scanners night at the ranch. Because that's what Friday nights are for when going out just ain't an option.)

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Are migraine "hangovers" normal for others who get them? I feel just fuzzy and still very off the day after the migraine is gone oftentimes. Also a weird taste in my mouth. I cannot brush my teeth enough. I usually end up drinking a lot of the jasmine green tea.

I have heard of them more than once. You poor thing. I hope you get lots of sleep Cass, and that you'll feel better when you wake. I should have gone back to bed, but it's too late now.

Ben has a game this morning. Then, we're having our minister over for lunch, to talk to the kids about baptizing them. Our church generally baptizes infants (but will do a dedication if the parents prefer what's referred to as believer's baptism, which is how I was raised). We weren't going to church when the kids were babies. And since they now believe anyhow, we'd just as soon have them baptized. Because they're old enough though, the Pastor would like to talk to them. I'm glad, because I want to make sure they understand it, and choose it. But still, that means I have to have my house minister-clean, yet I'll be at a baseball game until just about the time he gets here. Maybe I'll bag the game.

After that, we have our nephew's high school graduation party. He's Scott's Godson, and lived with my in-laws when Scott and I first met, so there's no skipping out. He was only 3, then. We still called him, "the baby." I am feeling ancient with him graduating, since I was only about 5 years older than he is now, when I met his uncle. Gah.

Plei, I feel sort of badly for Christopher. He only did it the once. I just seem to have some PTSD from it. I don't know if I go a month without dreaming about it or something related. And even once I know he's here, and fine, I still feel on the verge of tears for a while.

Your parents are adorable. I love that picture. Do I see some of your dad in Lily? I've been thinking she's all Paul, but now I'm not so sure.

You're right too, they are infants. That struck me recently when looking at my parents wedding picture. I'm 14 years older than mum was and 5 years older than dad was, when they married. I'm still a year younger than my dad was when I was born, though.

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