cereal, which I just had: Laura, there are many days when "Zenkilly" would be a much more apt screenname for me!

and milk: What's American Romanticism? Literature?

What's American Romanticism? Literature?

Yes. Here's the course description:

A study of literature as a reflection of social and cultural changes occurring from the 1830s through the 1860s. Attention to both the most famous traditional "romantics" (Poe, Emerson, Thoreau, Hawthorne, Melville, and Whitman) and to the important "minority" writers whose works, published in the same period, helped to change the tradition (Fuller, Douglass, Truth, Stowe, Jacobs, and others).

Happy Birtday Cass!!

I've had an interesting weekend. Friday night I went to see The Alaskan Pirate and His Salty Seamen, who are really cool. They sing traditional and original drinking songs. There's a woman in the band and she had a great corset. I looked hot and felt hot.

Shallow Fashion Details: I wore a patchwork babydoll top with thin straps, it's various shades of blue with some beaded detail. I also padded my cleavage heavily by doubling up on the inserts that come in most of my bras. THis was with knee length flared denim skirt and gold t strap flats. My accessories were: my tiara, dangling earrings, and tons of glitter gel.

I went with R and his friends, all geeks. It was so fun to be able to talk about stuff not be the weird geek. There are pictures. We were invited to an after party, but that never happened. R and P were dressed as pirates and everyone kept asking them if they were in the band.

There were pictures taken, but I have to get my email address to P so he can send them to me.

However, I ended up staying up until almost 7 am for various reasons, I went home and took a full dose of medicine becuase I felt so wound up,and I slept until 5:45. Which means I missed the belly dance thing I wanted to go to and was very late for dinner with my family.

But all in all a good weekend.

Gronk. I should have gotten up earlier, I still need to bake brownies, make pasta salad, and get dressed before Dave gets home at 1 so we can go to his dad's house.

Happy Father's Day, to all the buffista dads!!!

Happy Father's Day, to all the buffista dads!!!

Thanks!

We had a lovely early Father's Day celebration yesterday when my best man, Alex, and his family came to visit yesterday. I've known Alex since we were fifteen, so it's weird and moving to me when I'm cuddling with his baby daughter, or when Emmett's running around in a field with him playing catch with a nerf football. It's a Billy Pilgrim feeling like you're slipping back and forth in time. Almost like the past is an overlay on the present and I can see myself playing with Alex when we were kids even as we're playing with each other's children.

Since my Dad is functionally blind now, JZ had us make a tape for him. Emmett recorded a play by play description of his Sacramento tournament, and then we recorded the doppler heartbeat of the Halloweenie. My Dad was very happy with that.

Since my Dad is functionally blind now, JZ had us make a tape for him. Emmett recorded a play by play description of his Sacramento tournament, and then we recorded the doppler heartbeat of the Halloweenie. My Dad was very happy with that.

Aww. This is a very sweet idea.

echoing sj, aww! That's really sweet.

Happy Father's Day!

Gronk. GRONK.

Very nice gift Hec.

waiting for the askye pics

Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful Buffista Dads.

Brendon is cleaning the garage for Father's Day. I also hear that he is running the lawn mover, which odd since we do have a lawn guy. We have no specific plans other than basketball later. He will probably watch some soccer too. He may have a sore throat after yesterday's game.

We went to a neighbor's house for a party last night. There were about a dozen kids. It was the first neighborhood party since my GF and her 13yo son moved a few blocks away. She was doing ok until the group of kids were playing man hunt and were wandering about the block. GF totally freaked and wouldn't let her son be out of her sight. No way in the world that he was going to be out on the street in the dark.

I had her on the phone with me sobbing last week because the high school that he is attending this summer to shore up his math before being a freshman in the fall basically wouldn't let her in the door. She said she needed to change her address. "Your son can do that m'am." But they told me to bring a utility bill. "Give it to your son m'am." And so forth. She was hysterical on the phone with me.

I'm trying to convince her that kids becoming independent is a good thing. She is terrified of losing him. Is despondent over the notion that he may move out in 4 years. I fear for her when he rebels. He was furious and embarrassed last night. Poor friend. Poor son of friend.

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