Burrell - How's about getting together Sunday?

That would be good. Let me double check, but yeah.

Matilda is doing wonderfully. I was so stressed out about Franny being petite, and now I realize it wasn't an issue at all in terms of her health.

Yay, Matilda! I can't believe she is 6 months old already.

ImemeN, I absolutely am not smart enough for Physiological Psychology. My head hurts.

If it's any consolation, sj, my head hurts just contemplating that course title. I don't think I could even have signed up for it without being stabbed in the forehead with the stabby headache of can'thandleititis.

Aww, cutie Matilda and her many accomplishments!

So the other day I was forced to wear a pair of brown sandals to work with a piece of the heel chewed off. I needed brown shoes, and I haven't had cash to buy new shoes in ages; hence, puppy-chewed seven-year-old, smelly sandals. A similar thing happened with a pair of black shoes a few weeks before that.

I decided today that enough is enough. I don't have the cash, but I do have a credit card. I went to Famous Footwear (where every single shoe in the store was buy one, get the second half off) and bought SIX new pairs of shoes. Well, actually four new pairs of shoes and two pairs of flip flops to replace the ones that are falling apart.

I am now going to take great glee in going through my shoes and throwing away all the nasty, worn, chewed, and stinky ones. Let's hear it for retail therapy! And for not looking like charity girl at work anymore.

Thanks, JZ. I don't register for classes, the school signs me up for them, otherwise I would have put this one off much longer.

I needed brown shoes, and I haven't had cash to buy new shoes in ages; hence, puppy-chewed seven-year-old, smelly sandals.

Dude. I know the feeling. Except mine is mostly planning to wear the good shoes I have and then finding out they've been puppy chewed. Latest victim? Anne Klien red patent leather strappy wedges. Serious loss. Everytime I wore them, my gay friends would tell me how very fabulous they were.

ETA: Go Matilda!

Yay, Matilda!

I am beginning to miss the ability to put my hands in the air and wave them like I just don't care. I can only do it with the one.

My parents have kidnapped my daughter and I don't know what to do with myself. I am unfamiliar with this concept of baby-free free time.

Please skip this post if you don't like reading about my job that gives me money.

Good news: I got a raise! And a bonus! And more stock options and restricted stock!

Bad news: Even though I was here for nine months out of 2006, I was only officially an employee for one quarter out of the year, which makes the raise and bonus significantly lower than I expected and deserved, given my performance review. But my boss, who also started in the last quarter, is in the same boat. The reasoning is sound but annoying.

Amusingly enough, the bonus is just about the size of my tax refund, which, together, pay off my loan. So I guess I shouldn't actually pretend I have extra money lying around.

(Next year, however, my raise/bonus should be awesome. )

P-C, I've read some of your stuff, and you deserve every penny and stock option. And more.

Still, those of us who have debt can't help shaking a collective fist at your fiscal fitness.