I am afraid it must be mail. I have maybe an hour here, before I have half a dozen errands to run, folloed by Rocky Horror Picture Show, and a loud rambunctious party on Sunday to celebrate the return of a friend, who has just came back from a year in Ireland. Followed by a buzy week, then my brother's birthday, and just a horrible series of events involving money, fellowship applications, and the panicked attempt to meet several competition dates.
Have you gone to see old Tut yet?
EDIT: I've emailed you my address. Did I mention I love you more than Jamaican rum?
talking about Point Reyes and the whole area
My mother and I moved to Point Reyes in 1983, after my parents divorced. My cousin now lives in my grandmother's old house on the ridge there. My love for the place knows no rationality and no bounds. I'm not that far away (just the other side of San Francisco), but I don't ever feel like I go back and visit enough.
Did I mention I love you more than Jamaican rum?
That's a lot of love. Got your mail and will get them out Monday. In the meantime I shall taunt you. BSG was awesomely awesome. Ronon was the hottest thing evah. Mitchell/Daniel - well enough said.
Karl, good to see you again. I'll have to put a tour of Point Reyes on my list of things to do.
Stephanie, will you guys be in Puerto Rico by May?
Yes, nut I'm not sure when. Probably towards mid to end of May, depending on a few things like the house selling and some course Joe has to attend.
In the meantime I shall taunt you. BSG was awesomely awesome. Ronon was the hottest thing evah. Mitchell/Daniel - well enough said.
If you weren't being so kind and generous, I might be screaming, "Noooooooo! STOP TAUNTING ME WITH PRETTY MEN AND THE MAN WHO NEARLY CHALLENGES TYR FROM ANDROMEDA AS HOTTEST THING EVER AND FEED ME WHITE FONT!!!!"
Instead, I am biting very deeply into my left hand, and politely typing, "Thank you, ma'am. May I have another?"
I'm terribly depressed.
I weighed myself at the Y today, and I weigh 15 pounds more than I thought I did...25 pounds more than my previous high weight. Damn steroids. Damn medications. Damn everything.
Well, at least you were at the Y trying to do something about it, vw. It's better to know the truth so you can set a goal and start working toward it.
Step away from the scales vw. No good can come of it. I never weigh myself out and dressed. Naked first thing in the morning if at all. I haven't weighed myself in months. The limited options in clothing tell me all I need to know.
I'm sorry the medications are giving you a weight problem.
I would taunt Almare more about SciFi Friday, but I have to do some work stuff.
Dan/Cam! Ronon w/knives! The music of BSG
better than ever.
I weighed myself at the Y today, and I weigh 15 pounds more than I thought I did...25 pounds more than my previous high weight. Damn steroids. Damn medications. Damn everything.
Do snap out of it. It just means that the machine was clearly broken. Always remember to get the second opinion.
