Want to request some job~ma for 1PM EST. Situation has been totally FUBAR, as in the general offer was made, with assurances that I'd be contacted about the details (piddly things like salary and job description), but paperwork was filed without discussing it, then he refused to negotiate on the salary, etc. FUBAR, I tell you. Now, we're having A Talk. So, job~ma and give her more money~ma is heartily requested.

I don't call, I don't write.

On orders from Allyson, I'm here to announce I got married 10 days ago.

Ceremony: Santa Barbara Courthouse Reception: Rose garden across from the mission Groom: Andrew

It was all kinds of fun (to my astonishment--parties make me nervous) and the honeymoon in La Jolla was equally lovely.

As you were. :)

Apparently, someone has decided that I can be trusted to educate our children (well, those from ages 6-12). Oddly, these people have actually met me. As of tomorrow, I will be a credentialed teacher.

Tomorrow I will be graduating. Four years of college, of making it through my ol' Kentucky home, and there's no way I could have done it without each and every one of you.

This is the second graduation you have seen me through, and in putting my thoughts together on the closing of this part of my life, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me, through all the heartaches, joys, and lessons of growing up. Thank you for seeing me through all of my freak-outs and rejoincing with me in my triumphs. Thank you for your laughter, your tears, your advice, your struggles and your lives. You may not realize it, but I know, I *know*, that the only way I got through these last four years as well as I did was because of each and every one of you.

I miss and love you all. What gives me peace and joy, going into this new, unknown part of my life, is knowing that I have your love and support behind me. Thank you for being my family. Thank you for everything.

At Prom, Karl asked me when my next gig is. My next solo gig isn't booked yet, but my next gig of any sort is another engagement of Uke-y Stardust. If you've been wanting to get around to visiting the Chabot Space & Science Center anyway, make it this Friday. [link]

We've just promised, in a scary contractual legally binding sense, to pay way more money than I can ever imagine actually having, but way less than anyplace else we looked at, for the following:

exterior: [link]

library: [link]

kitchen: [link]

living: [link]

nerd hole: [link]

deck: [link]

I have a chance at a three year posting in Tokyo that I really want. Any spare job~ma would be very much welcome.

I guess I have to ask for some cat~ma or wound ~ma or something.

Today, my cat so visciously attacked me that I was trapped in my house until animal control came to take him away. My right ankle and left hand have so many scratches and bite markes that I can barely move them or stand on my leg, or walk. My left leg isn't in such good shape either.

I love my kitty, and I am very upset, but it was the only thing to be done. The animal control couldn't believe the extent of my wounds. I hope (farely futily) that my Sunshine will be able to be rehabbed, but I fear he will have to be put down.

In the meantime, I really hope that my leg and hand (one wond on my hand messed with the tendon) heal fairly quickly with no major interventions needed.