Lex loves Clark. I mean, freaking adores him. Treasures him and places him on a pedastle pedastal peda...fuck. Can't spell the word.

Yeah, well HOWEVER you spell it, its circumfrence is about three times its diameter.

wow. lucky I watch the show in Long Beach, were gay is ok. Who knew what I missed in season 1. Best make sure the A/C is working if I dig up someone with the dvd's. O wait. I don't have A/C.

shit. now I've frozen my account. I've guessed my new user name, but not my new password. fuck! Why couldn't they just let me use my old log ins. Grrrrr.

(I know, it's safer this way, and all... but I created the shit when I was in the middle of tech hell, and was tired, and not thinking clear. grrrrr. my own damn fault)

eta: I think its a sign for me to go to bed.

Suzi, breathe! I'm off to get her in a bit. Sorry there was drama! Poor you guys!

Hil, we used Saxon math in junior high/high school. Actually, due to my mom's influence (she was the junior high/senior high math teacher), the whole school switched to Saxon. In my opinion, it is fabulous. And, as a side note, this was at a Christian (fundamental Baptist) school. They switched from Bob Jones, I think. That or one of the other Christian education publishers. That was actually a pretty big deal and was not appreciated by some of the parents.

6pm

...holy crap. And that, boys and girls, is why I don't go to the Night Bazaar more often, even though it's barely a hop, skip and a jump from my flat. It's just WALL TO WALL shiny things that I find myself being ineluctably drawn towards.

gulps

...um. I now have:

• 3 gorgeous raw Thai silk handbags (1 for me, 2 for Christmas pressies);

• 2 pairs of cufflinks (1 being faux Chanel, the other faux Bulgari [but allegedly real silver]* (both for me);

• 3 gorgeous arty unique rings hand-made by a very pretty Turkish boy (1 for me, 2 for Christmas pressies);

• 5 bars of hand-made yummy soap;

• assorted other bits and bobs for Christmas pressies.

The cufflinks mean I can now wear the olive green version of the Weskit Blouse I had made. (When I was discussing the design with the tailor I suddenly realised that if I was getting my own shirts made, I could have them made cufflink-friendly, and this would give me an excuse to buy cufflinks. Huzzah!) And one of the handbags will accessorise beautifully with the blouse and the skirt that compliments it.

This evening's ensemble is rather fabulous. I am feeling rather pleased with myself.

(My bank manager, however, is weeping into his beer.)

*frankly, I couldn't care less about the whole name brand crap. However, as is the case with watches and sunglasses it is evidently MUCH easier to find knockoff cufflinks than random nice arty noname cufflinks. And I was in a hurry. But I quite like the fact that they're fake posh, and that my ensemble is all tailored to my specifications - I am my own Coco Chanel this evening! Go me!

If you're my Secret Santa, can I have a Pretty Turkish Boy?

Nope. I think I might keep him. His name was...something a lot like Julius. But not. And he was all pretty! And gobsmacked when I said "insh'allah" about something, which is when the whole Turkish thing cropped up in conversation (I'd been unable to place his accent).

I'm thinking - Turkish boys = cute. Maybe I'll go to Turkey next? It had been one of the places I was looking at seriously before the Thailand gig came along...still really fancy going there. In fact, it's my Next Muslim Country Of Choice. (Although Malaysia is not without its own appeal...)

eta

Ooh! DIY Geek Chic Cufflinks

sighhhhh....

I once loved a Turkish Boy...

And a few years later I actually dated his brother.

justifies a rant or 3.14159265358979323846… of them

swooches omnis

and then she made them kiss.

Em is awesome. must have good genes.

Thank you guys so much for yesterday. Things are going to get better. Kristin, I hope you have a much better day.

d- now (hahaha)? In a couple hours? This afternoon? I don't care - whatever is convenient for you. I'm calendaring it as a doctor's visit. Which it is.

the big shiny bright spot from yesterday. [link]

She tucks them in, says, "G'night Ba-man. G'night Soopman."

And then she makes them kiss each other.

Woot! You and Joe must be so proud!

JZ's interview went very well. They did the little dance of "benefits and a tour" which often indicates an impending offer.

Yay! Offer ~ma for JZ!

Home from SFO. K-Bug is on her way to Boston. TOO MUCH DRAMA at the airport, but she finally got a seat on the plane and I am not in jail. Tis good.

Egads. I'm glad it ended well with no incarceration. Airport jail sucks.

now I'll just be a wreak until I hear from her or vw that they have found eachother in the am.

I'm glad vw's meeting her in Boston. I hope she enjoys her trip.

I went to bed before 10 last night and the kids both slept through the entire night! *knocks wood*