I keep saying Weds morning, and then I remember 2000.
::makes sara an extra-sturdy tinfoil hat, pats bench next to her::
We'll be fine. We have to be fine.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I keep saying Weds morning, and then I remember 2000.
::makes sara an extra-sturdy tinfoil hat, pats bench next to her::
We'll be fine. We have to be fine.
The truth is, I can worry forever and it won't change the result. I need to just realize as much as I'd like to control the universe, I simply don't.
I donwanna be a tinfoilhat! But I'm already eyeore, so...
The truth is, I can worry forever and it won't change the result. I need to just realize as much as I'd like to control the universe, I simply don't.
Exactly. Sometimes still hard to go to bed at a reasonable hour, though...
I try to be all zen about those sort of things. But I'm not beyond wishing hard.
I donwanna be a tinfoilhat! But I'm already eyeore, so...
::Pbbbbblllllllllttttttttttt::
Also: I am watching the commercial for the new Vince Vaughn/Reese Witherspoon movie, Four Christmases and it looks like one of the unfunniest movies ever. Thanks be to the movie making fates that I have Australia and Revolutionary Road to look forward to.
How sad is it that I can only find ONE single snapshot of all four of us for Owen's family project next week for school?
We haven't had family photos taken since...well...ever.
Heard a Dar William's song whose opening had a bit too much resonance:
I know change is a bad thing,
it breaks me down into a sorry sad thing,
not some iridescent grateful butterfly.
I resist with defiance,
not the power of a mystic silence.
I will fight the dizzy spiral of goodbye.
And it's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
It's alright, it's alright, it's alright.
later:
It's a sad and a strange thing, but it's time and I am changing
into something good or bad, well that's your guess.
I'm my own sovereign nation, dedicated to a transformation,
marching on with this target on my chest.
It becomes relationshippy, though if you subtract that out, I still Get It Too Well. [link]
I finally got around to picking out and posting a few of my pictures from this summer's trip to Yellowstone: [link]
Loki & Dev sniffed noses without incident again.
Please?
We haven't had family photos taken since...well...ever.
Christmas gifts for the family!