I really think that money just buys options.

Happy Birthday, Nora!

I also think it's Vonnie's birthday, and so although she doesn't post in Natter ever, I say Happy Birthday, Vonnie!

I made the pie anyway, so I'll just be fashionably late. The big question is whether I should stop and buy vanilla ice cream on the way. Whattaya think?

options = happiness

pie = yum

pie + ice cream = happy joy yum

I don't really have anything to say, do I?

nom nom nom

It's funny, though, 'cause money sometimes doesn't buy jack. The amount of money we had before is so much more than the amount of money we have now. But we were pants at managing it before, so it was always gone and we always felt poor. But having less meant we had to pay attention to what we were spending, and how. We shifted to a small allowance of spending money, but I now always feel like I have plenty, because I have cash in my pocket to buy an extra coffee or to save for whatever.

Probably if I won something I'd pay off the house-to-be, and then invest the rest in something with a dividend. Whatever less I had to earn each year could go into that fund. Then step 3, profit!

Also I think that ita shouldn't censor any complaining and Theo shouldn't censor any school loves carrots. It's what we're here for! Also then I don't have to censor any building a house! In case you didn't know! I am! Building!

And then we can repeat ourselves. Because that's what we do. And that's how community is formed. With our families, we tell the same stories over and over again. It's our common bond, our shared history. I don't see why we shouldn't have the same conversations here round and round. We had different things for lunch today! We have a shared history of cilantro opinions! That's just what it is.

Err.

Happy Birthday, Nora!

Happy (possible) Birthday, Vonnie!

I just measured mac. He has grown over half an inch in 3.5 months. That brings us to over 3 inches in the 9 months he has been here.

salsa, tomato and feta salad, tapioca - are made
lemon custard, green bean casserole - to be made next

I was wandering around today with a ferocious headache.

I only realized an hour ago it was because I hadn't eaten anything today. Stupid.

Went down to Hampden and bought a book, then got a cheap solar shower that I'm not sure how I'll rig but by god the water in it will be warmer than what comes out of the tap, and did grocery shopping.

Most of my halloween costumes were homemade. I had a really cute gypsy costume when I was 4 or 5 that mom made and I loved that skirt! I think the closest I came to storebought was when I went as Tweety, and had a plastic mask. But I wore my dad's yellow windbreakers, orange and yellow argyle socks and cut out feet from posterboard.

OK, I'm eating. The headache can recede.

I kind of can't believe the kids' costumes now -- when I was a kid, they were just that plastic crap!

my costumes were all homemade. and we still tend to think that way. one of my sister's last costume - clody with a chance of showers. She wore gray - with clouds pinned the top and carried a squirt bottle.

It isn't money that would buy me options - it is being debt free.