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prev home archive next Momentary Thought Calvin asked me last night if I would have still had a relationship with him if I knew ahead of time that he'd die a few years into it (we were watching the series finale of Star Trek Voyager). Yes, absolutely, because he's the best thing that ever happened to me. And I doubt there would be anyone afterwards. He'd be one tough act to follow. Brr. The things we talk about sometimes. High/Low High: I was going to have to have a 6:00 meeting tonight, but it was cancelled in light of the President's Address. First time *that's* ever happened! Low: If I get one more assignment at work I may just be buried in a mountain of paperwork. Current Obsession Getting frames for all of our pictures. Oh, and since we received the computer from AcronymCo, getting some kind of work surface in the bedroom. Grin Source Mr. SpongeHead SquareBen. Thanks, Jessamyn, for the first out-and-out laugh that I've had in over a week. Singing Humming Yanni's "Aria - Flower Duet". Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
Yesterday I received my second nasty gram of the year I've been on-line. The person expressed their distaste in how I referred to the terrorist attacks on the East Coast in my last entry as "this crap going on on the East Coast". I told Calvin about it, and he said he could see how my particular choice of phrasing could make me seem insensitive to the situation. In the context (that my website's anniversary was overshadowed by the events) I guess it seemed like I was whining, when really I wasn't. Apparently, one cannot always convey tone, inflection, and intent in text on a website. By "crap" I was meaning "the really bad stuff" that we all wish didn't happen. The "crappy situation". The "crappy actions" of the terrorists. The "crappy" way it makes us all feel. I in no way meant to invalidate the situation. So, if I pissed anyone else off, sorry. My intent got lost in the translation. ******************** I have a sum total of thirteen mountains of work to tackle at AcronymCo. On the one hand, I like to be busy because it passes the time, and keeps my mind off the more distressing thoughts that pop up again and again. On the other hand, being so busy at work is causing me to a) get stressy; and 2) have less time to write quality entries. ~grin~ There's little that I feel I can write about, other than how last week's terrorist attacks are affecting me and the people I know and love. And anything I could say sounds trite, or has been repeated, or has been written much better by someone else. Calvin and I spend every lunchtime together that we can - a kind of drawing together that we unspokenly need. Marie, too, is in need of our presence. She's protested our going to bed every night for the past week - "Can't you guys stay up with me a little longer?" The other night she and I spent a couple of hours in my room just watching TV, and that's rare. She's usually IM-ing or up in her room with the music going. Michael is rarely home, what with working at the recruiting office by day and dogging around (he *is* eighteen, and male, after all) at night. But when he is home he's affectionate - reaching out for hugs from his dad and I, tackling and wrestling with Marie. Marie is having a combination birthday party with her best friend (whose birthday is the day before hers) on Saturday. Her friend's mom and I are orchestrating things, and between the two girls they've invited *40* of their friends. I'd surely be doomed, except that the adults are bringing along some wine to help us cope. Don't worry, we'll be responsible. The friend's mom manages an apartment complex and has reserved the clubhouse for our activities. It's already been decorated in a Hollywood theme and all the kids are dressing up as their favorite stars. Marie, apparently, is going as Britney Spears (I may gag, I haven't decided yet). She's got a little plaid skirt and white button up shirt, and is doing her hair in pony tails. I'm going as myself. I'm famous, it's just the rest of the world hasn't figured that out yet. It's yet to be decided if Calvin is going or not. Michael is going to act as a "bouncer", along with Marie's friend's older brothers. We'll have an event where the boys pop balloons with the girls' names inside, and they have to dance with the name they get. And vice versa. We'll have "best dressed", "worst dressed", "cutest couple", "hottest guy" and "hottest girl" contests with prizes. And I think someone mentioned something about Twister. No Pin The Tail On The Donkey or Musical Chairs for *this* bunch, thankyouverymuch. And nothing but the *very best* and *coolest* music, picked out by the girls. I may find a way to sneak the Bee Gee's in there, though. Heh. I'm also hoping to find the time to scan in some pictures to post, this weekend. The photos from our Marine Weekend came out well, as did the family pictures we had done last week (to quote Marie - "We're all just good looking people!"). The actual pictures we chose won't be done for 4-6 weeks, but we snagged a couple of the proofs to tide us over until then. We did poses with the whole family together, then poses with just the kids, and poses of just Calvin and I. I know you're just dying to see 'em. With all the pictures I post to this site, I've *got* to be close to my storage limit over at DreamHost. |