And I tried to buy a book yesterday for the flight ( Breakfast with Tiffany ) but it was $25. Um, no. The book looks pretty good. It's non-fiction, written by a gay man raising his 13 year-old-niece. I've read a few good reviews. But I think I'll wait for the paperback. For now, I just have the latest crap about Jessica Simpson, Brad and Angelina, and Tom and Katie. I'm bored just thinking about it. I hope there's a decent movie on the plane (yeah, right).

ETA: Yay billytea!

Glad you had a pleasant evening, bt. And kudos for your bravery and all, warming your way back into dating.

I had a year where I felt like I lived at the Burbank Airport too, but I was never going anywhere, just dropping off and picking up. You know, I don't miss flying.

Go, BT! The echidnas honor your return to the dating pool.

billytea, I'm glad it sounds at least like a non-traumatic re-entry. Good for you!

BT--have you seen our friend Bob Harris's blog? [link]

He is mostly a political blogger, but he has a whole section devoted to Pudu and other cute tiny animals, some from your neck of the woods. He is a five-time Jeopardy champ and lives in sin with a former Buffy writer whose intitals are JE. He's a fab guy and I think you would like his site.

Yay for billytea! Glad it was a nice evening, love.

Re: the wonderful world of dating - spent most of yesterday with Date Guy, pretty much just eating lunch, wandering around and talking over coffee. He's enjoyable company, and we had plenty to talk about, but the better I get to know him the more I know it's not going to go anywhere, romantically.

(He needs to stop telling me things about his co-worker Lou, also, because I already have a bit of a crush on him. Learning that he's a talented artist and a trained opera singer and the voice of The Count in the Arabic translation of Sesame Street? Not helping to squish the inappropriate crush. Yes, I suck.)

Damn shame this isn't easier, this dating malarky.

are you awake?

But I need to have my car smogged today so I am going to shower and go do that.

Congratulations on the date-age billytea! (and Fay's continual dating, even if she is crushing on another at times.)

Today has the possibility of being a really painful and hard day for me. If that happens, I will likely be back here a lot. A vague disclaimer...

Cassiepants, call me ANYtime today. Just so you know.

If Kristin doesn't answer her phone, you can totally call me.

"She does have to say something eventually, right? Given that she can hear and make sounds, she won't spend the next 18 years just babbling, right?"-

When I was a kid, we had a pediatrician, Dr. Burr (who's hands were always freezing), who used to give a piece of advice to my mother whenever she was concerned about some developmental guideline, "I promise you that by the time she starts kindergarten, she..." whatever it was.

My little sister didn't have any hair until she was 3. I mean, bald as an onion. When she was 2, my mom asked Dr. Burr about it. "I promise you that by the time she starts kindergarten, she'll have hair."

I didn't talk much as a kid. My mom asked Dr. Burr about it. "I promise you that by the time she starts kindergarten, she'll talk as she sees fit."

His advice wasn't handwaving a mother's worry. Dr. Burr knew me and my development and knew that I just didn't see the need to talk much. He knew that I had 2 older sisters who would talk for me. He also knew that I was introverted and would probably never be chatty. Especially in a family with 3 chatty sisters.

So, I guess what I'm saying is, I promise you that by the time Anabell starts kindergarten, she'll talk as she sees fit.