{{{Sean}}}

I'm glad you checked in, Sean. I've been worried about you. What's the status with S.?

{{{Sean}}} you're in my thoughts as well.

The stitches are out, AIFG. Or, you know, it could be even more FG if I didn't learn how to do everything without moving my upper lip the past week, so I'm still getting used to the idea of laughing without freezing my face. Having no pain is sweeeeeeeet, let me tell you that.

I had a really weird dream last night, which I wanted to tell you about earlier. Now, please remember that in 98% of my dreams I'm in total control, cool as a cucumber. I'm saying this because I know most of you will think it's a nightmare. For me, it's normal - my mind's experimenting extreme scenarios on me, so as long I'm not freaking out in a dream, I don't count it as a nightmare. Anyways.

I dreamed I'm called for reserve service at my sister's base, with all the mess IDF can do about it (oh, army bureaucracy. What a fantabules preparation for life). Now, even though there's still a chance I'm on the reserve list (until I'll be 24, in less than a year), the chances I'll be called are only if hell will freeze, since most of the guys in my ex-unit aren't being called (and reserve service is mandatory for guys). Further more, in the very unrealistic case of being called on reserve service, the last place I'll be sent is to Gaza Strip - they probably will send me to my ex-base in Tel Aviv, where I'll be doing editing work (I was a reporter for IAF journal). But anyway, there was a lot of fuss, I remember feeling very sorry for my mom, and being on the bus on the way to my sister's base (which didn't look very much like my sister's base - or possibly looked like it, only in time of war), waiting to see where they'll put me, wondering if I'll have time to meet her when I'll arrive, after getting my orders (which again - they have NOTHING to do with me and my army job there. I was an Air Force girl. That's a Field Intelligence Corps base).

Anyways, really weird dream, but I understand where it came from.

Oh, and my mom hid "I love you" note in my 33 1/3 Gentlemen book, which I found on my way to Jerusalem. Hee hee.

~ma to all.

Cougars favorite game at Hallowe'en parties, Bobbing for Pumpkins: [link] a video on YouTube, by Big Cat Rescue.

Oh, that kind of cougar.

That's what he said.

This picture may not be up much longer, but this is my mom and stepdad's new dog.

Awww. Terrier!

He is darling!