hi meara! Miss you as of late.

I went shoe shopping tonight.

Got these and these

I got the black ones for work shoes. Hopefully they'll be comfy.

Saw the hemotologist regarding my anemia. I am now on a series of IV iron treatments - oh boy.

MG, Hope the treatments do the trick. And quickly, as I know you really don't have a heck of a lot of time to just lie around having things dripped into your bloodstream.

Burrell, I think it was, responded to me:

Just woke up from an interesting dream: ita and Patrick Stewart were fighting. In the middle of the fight, ita had some back trouble, so Patrick graciously performed a chiropractic adjustment on her, and they continued fighting.

That may well be the best buffista-inspired dream evah.

Needless to say, which is good because I apparently forgot to say it before, she then proceded to kick his butt.

Count Chocula!

This issue has me steaming. I just sent the following feedback to QualityHealth.com. It is a website where one answers a few survey questions in order to receive free samples.

"Answering questions for the Purrell hand sanitizer sample, I came across this question: "By checking yes below, a letter will be sent to Congress urging them to pass Medical Liability Reform legislation and you will receive further information." It is beyond deceptive to make such a suggestion: It is theft of our freedom. You want lobbying pressure on Congress for some cause? Bloody buy it. Faking up surveys and drumming up dummy letters of support for your cause, unfortunately is the American way, these days. But I will not cooperate. I am not foolish enough to agree to have a letter sent to congress in my name which I am not given the opportunity to read about an issue which you intend to inform of only AFTER you send the letter."

Now, I can think of a number of ways in which medical liability could be reformed that would benefit the entire country. But ain't no way I'm going to fall for their lying, theiving trick. If they had my best interests in mind, they would not need to resort to this utter insanity.

Wrod, Andi. I'm so tired of these survey sights that try to trick you into giving out your e-mail to a brazillian advertisers, too. I get enough spam already.

Saw the hemotologist regarding my anemia. I am now on a series of IV iron treatments - oh boy.

::sticks a fridge magnet on Suzi's boob::

I think I fixed my niece's digital camera today. I started snapping photos, and came up with two of Harvey and Sammi, our cats.

The thing is, they were close to the flash, so I got the feline equivalent of "red eye" and they look possessed.

I set about with Photoshop to correct the pics, and have the results on a web page, in three sizes, for a bit of practice...

I present... Harvey and Sammi: Devilcats?

Mmmrph. Full of good dinner. Found a new delightful neighborhood that has not only a Trader Joe's but a Lush. And a Williams Sonoma Home coming in very soon. Yikes. Add to that a gourmet grocery and I can't afford to live there. I need a sugarmommy / sugardaddy to finance my food jonesing.

Uncle funny. Mom delightful. Me sleepy. And occasionally witty once I am not full o' gronk.

The devilish cats are adorable. And, you know, evil.

So far Portland seems to be that guy you meet by chance at a bar.

He's cute but doesn't completely take it for granted. So the smile is genuine even though he knows it totally works.

And when he leans in to whisper (okay, it's a bar, he's not whispering but it doesn't seem like shouting at the time either), there is that moment you can smell his neck and cologne and you want to just breathe it in for a while.

So you talk for a while and maybe there's a little more giggling then you care to admit and perhaps he's a little too eager to buy you another drink. But there is flirting and it just kinda feels good.

Basically, I would totally give Portland my number.