I am so sorry to hear that. Hopefully we start boarding soon.

Happy Birthdays Pix and Maria!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIX AND MARIA!!! It's Lots of Birthdays Day today!!!!

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And also - today is the Big Girl Scout Cookie Day. We have our first troop cookie booth, people are picking up their orders from my house, and it's pretty much organized chaos around here until around 5.

So of course - OF COURSE - I woke up with a 102 degree fever. Of course I did.

I'll say it here and now for all to hear (read):

Joe is the best husband in the world, hands down, no doubt about it. And hopefully the next time I decide to be pissy about things, I'll keep this day - and many others in mind - and give him the credit he deserves.

God Bless Joe and God Bless the United States of America.

It's Girl Scout Cookie time? I need to find out if anyone around here is selling them, and which baker they come from. (Girl Scout Cookies come from two different factories. Each region just sells from one or the other. The cookies from the different companies are nearly identical, except that one of them has a few vegan ones, and the other has none.)

I am beginning to seriously doubt the eHarmony algorithm. Well, there's one guy that it matched me with that I seem to have a lot in common with, and we've exchanged a bunch of emails and it's going pretty well. On the other hand, though, I keep getting guys who spend their entire profile talking about how important Christianity is to their lives. Then I just got one who answers every question by saying that family and religion are the most important things to him. He's Muslim. At least I'm not getting any of the guys who spend their whole profiles talking about how much they work out and how they want a girl who works out a lot, which is what I'd get a lot on JDate.

It must be just like a "religion" trigger.

I am beginning to seriously doubt the eHarmony algorithm.

I first joined eharmony because I recognized the base I suspect they use. If I'm right, it is similar to the NEO-PIR, which is a psychological inventory I have used for years and, in which, I have a lot of faith.

It seems, however, that they have added some additional criteria such as, stalky-crazy, Christian Ken and bald face liar.

Not sure how I got paired with them, but I bailed from that selection pool fairly quickly. When, out of what I considered professional courtesy, I wrote to them about my concerns with the algorithm, the response was shockingly rude and completely out of the character one would assume from their media image.

They really should be paying their pr firm a great deal of money for the wool they are pulling.

Many years ago, a friend of mine mis-heard an eHarmony ad on the radio and thought it said "R. Lee Ermey dating service."

I still want that to exist.

I am in a bit of a birthday-induced funk. I'm 36 today, which is officially closer to 40 than 30, which I wouldn't care about so much if I hadn't always thought I might have a baby someday. I know I've mostly given up on that dream but it stings still sometimes. Also, ND left this morning for two weeks and my friends are all working. I do have evening plans with two girlfriends, which will be nice, and LA has gifted me with a drop-dead gorgeous sunny 80 degree day. I'm trying to focus on that. It's weird--getting older has never bothered me, but I'm just not excited about today.

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Please no brackets. Distract me with happy, shiny things.

Stuff I want to say, but won't:

Dear Proprietrix of the venue where we intend to do a singles event tomorrow night,

You asked for women. I brought you women. Now, complaining that there are not enough men is not helpful. You set an attendance goal, I met my half. I have said, roughly 8 times, that I am happy working with any size crowd. Please stop asking me if I want to pull the plug. It is your shop.

What this sounds like to me is that you expect to be disappointed and you would like it to be my fault. That's okay, but I'm not playing.

You decide. Period.

Affection, if not love, me