When I get married, that will be the sign of end of times. But yes, we are all grown up. Next step, growing old.

Daniel certainly is a hero. I'm cold just reading about it!

First day of load in went great. My crew exceeded expectations. I hope they can keep the pace up. If so, Friday will be a light day.

I managed to remember that with my new uverse, I can last minute record something. I'm half way into the Eagles game. I'm wishing I hadn't record it.

Shir, please don't lose your soul thru unpleasant bodily functions. It's far more fun to sell it at the crossroads. I hope you feel better soon!!

The true end of times would be if I were in a relationship longer than six months, y'all...So far, has not yet happened. (Well, technically, once it did, but it was long distance and doesn't really count since I didn't see her, and since I was planning to break up with her long before then. Once, we broke up about two weeks after the six month mark. And once, we broke up shortly before, and got back together a month later, but...)

Anyway.

I am failing to be productive. And my tummy is unhappy, and I can't tell what it wants. Am I hungry? Ill? WTF? This cold is messing with my body and brain!!

I thought getting married would be the absolute death of me. So far, I am engaged two years and apparently not dead yet. (But then, I never had that much fun when I was single.) Now we'll see if I can survive the six months of planning that are coming up. Must book caterers must book caterers must book caterers

meara, I hope your tummy improves.

We are off to Jerusalem. We're hoping Shir will be well enough to meet us!

Tons of ~ma for your mother, Epic.

Health ~ma and calm ~ma for you and your mom, Epic.

Daniel is indeed a hero.

Sitting watching the continued snow fall here this morning. We fly home this afternoon. I'm trying to decide if we should take a 2 hour detour and visit my niece in Oswego for about a half hour. She is working today so it would be a quick visit. I left it up to my sister since she would be driving, and it is her birthday so she gets to make decisions. Well, she is the oldest sister so she always has made the decisions.

{{grown up Buffistas}} I got married the first time in 1973. It doesn't make you a grown up. You can still snort cocaine off hookers' asses if ya wanna.

Mom~ma for Emily and EpicTangent.

~ma for the moms of Emily and Epic

{{grown up Buffistas}} I got married the first time in 1973. It doesn't make you a grown up. You can still snort cocaine off hookers' asses if ya wanna.

I love the reaffirmations that you can get in Bitches. Nowhere else, man, nowhere else.

I am tired and cold and don't wanna be at work today. Yes, I've had the past 2 weeks off, but I still don't wanna be at work today.

Lots of ~ma for Emily and EpicTangent.

As I have bitched elsewhere, the office thermostat says 59. That means it's more like 50. You know, if I wanted to wear a coat and hat indoors, I would have stayed in bleeding Eastern Europe.

*ahem* Nothing like starting the New Year with a good rant.

But will my mother recognize us as married?

Ah... that's right. Mom probably needs a church wedding. I forgot about that. Sorry!

Health~ma for the many ill Bitches. And I guess count me in among them since I'm working from home today with an obnoxious headache. Just the headache would be manageable but the waves of nausea are truly obnoxious.

Tons of various types of ~ma for Epic and her mom and also Emily and her mom. Or more accurately, Emily's whole family. Health issues and loss are hard enough to deal with without all of the holiday stress on top of it. {{{Emily}}} and {{{EpicT}}}.

So I had a dream last night that I was hanging out with gay hairdressers , writing a paper on fashion, and discussing who was going to comicon. That is so not my dream. I'm sorry , but it must have fallen off the shelf and got sent to me by accident.