Man Serves Year in Iraq Due to Clerical Error

Cindy, I hope things turn out as minimally as possible. Much strength to you and yours.

Steph--a scent shortcut for you.

~ma for Cindy, MiL, and family.

When I was growing up, my family did. Not. Go. To. Fireworks. On the 4th of July. I was born in January of 1970. On July 4th, 1969 my parents took my brothers and sister (I was along for the ride, but the view was crap) to Edgewater Park for the Cleveland fireworks. Sudden storm springs up, tornado skims the coast of Lake Erie, and voila! No more going to Edgewater Park for the fireworks. Ever.

When I was a senior in high school, our family hosted an exchange student. As she was with us in July, we went to one of the smaller displays in one of the smaller suburbs. It was the first time I had ever seen fireworks in person.

Oh, Cindy! May she be fine. How scary.

We had Cass, sparkling firesticks, and much fun (as we always do at these events, because Pete and Jilli are miracles). Fay's been pimped. Lillian FINALLY crashed on the way home. She managed an acute failure to nap, and we were there until nearly 11. However, she was lovely and charming and sweet, and looked out at the various illegal fireworks going off in the neighborhood with an intent expression as she said, "Boom!"

It was officially too cute for me to handle.

an intent expression as she said, "Boom!"

DED of teh cute.

Cindy, I'm so sorry! How very scary. I hope it wasn't anything major, and leaves no lasting effects.

Mal is thrilled to have his dad home, and has been totally showing off - standing on his own, eating fresh fruit (which he won't for me or the nanny), and talking. Yes indeed. He pointed at the cat and said "Kitty!" to his dad, calls R "Dada" and me "bmabma," said "Hankoo" when given a toy.

It's still Binklish, but it's there. Babies are weird.

And it cooled off - a series of storms came in off the sea, and now it's sunny and breezy and 70 degrees. It's like spring.

Boom. Hankoo.

Ded, DED, I say, of teh cute.

Cutiehead babies!

I'm requesting some job~ma. There's a position I found out about that I'm applying for and I really really want this! It's more money and a federal job and it sounds more challenging. A woman in my belly dancing tribe told me about it (she works in the office).

I skipped again. This not having a laptop sucks. But, I am getting lots done.

Hugs and kisses and ~ma to all that need them.

Poor Bastet really misses her mama. And she ran out of food during the night, which caused much scratching and whining outside my door. Poor thing.

I had a lovely weekend with my parents. We went furniture shopping (they bought new furniture for their sun porch, since I'm taking mine back for the new apartment), quilted, ate TONS of good food, slept in, and all around had a marvelous time. And so did the dogs. They're so cute when they're together.

Today I'm sitting at home waiting for the AC repair man. Hope it's either an easy fix or something where they just give me a new AC. So frustrating (as Kristin knows) to bring home a non-functioning AC.

Oooh, cool, Askye, job-ma to you.

I found a dog on 95 yesterday, a neutered male corgi or corgi-mix with German-shepherd-like coloring. He's a hella people-dog, so I'm hoping he has people looking for him. If not, I now have a dog, a dog who sheds like whoa. So, I guess a little dog-ma would not go amiss