October 24, 2000

Potpourri

Website Mania!

The personal website bug is spreading in our household. Check out Marie's website (aptly named "Kiss Me, I'm Irish!"). Now, I am fully impressed. She did this completely by herself, with no help, assistance, or advice asked. Calvin and I weren't even aware of it until it was done! Wow. When I was a kid folks shook their heads over the fact that their kids could program the VCR better than they could. Now, today, Marie did in one afternoon what took me a couple of weeks to accomplish. Sheesh. Kids these days!

Hi, Panda-bear! You're a Cutie Patootie! *

* Panda-bear is Marie's nic-name. Now that she's sufficiently embarrassed...

Calvin cracks me up. He exercises veto power over any photo I put up on the site. I was working away in Photoshop this weekend, and laughed out loud. He called from the kitchen "What are you laughing at?" I yelled back "I found a picture of you asleep that I took a while back." "Delete it!" commandeth he. "Don't worry, I'm not putting it anywhere!" I assured him. No photos of clutter are allowed (heh - I should stick one in here of the *garage*). Any photos of him need to pass inspection first (I'm still trying to get an acceptable candid shot). I guess you guys don't need to know how we *really* live our lives, right? Oh, I'm kidding. It's a pretty accurate rendition that you've been seeing here.

You know you want it...

Awright! More pictures! Could life get any better than this???

	The pool table. Party at our house! Um, well, do call first, though.
Our Really Bitchin' Shower(tm). Used it for the first time this morning. I stood at one end, Calvin stood at the other (note there are dual heads) and neither of us were bogarting the other's water. The very idea.
	Closeup of the shower border. "Oooh... Ahhh..."
A shot of the whole downstairs as seen from the front door. Note that the fireplace will soon be re-done in river rock or some other round stuff.
	A shot of the whole downstairs as seen from the corner of the family room.

Factology are you totally sick of my house yet?

My new favorite song is "Who Let The Dogs Out". Yes, I know. I should be shot. But it's *catchy*.
I'm a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan. There, I said it. I came out.
On a similar note, I don't want Dawson and Joey to get back together. Ever. Move along, people, there's nothing to see here.
I have a passion for feta cheese and garlic (even in the same dish). Breathmint, anyone?
Yesterday I received my five-year-anniversary watch from AcronymCo. I feel warm, and also fuzzy. The two may or may not be related.
Actually, I *don't* feel warm. I'm freezing. My desk is an icebox and there's no Corona's to be found.
I cancelled my last dentist appointment under false pretenses. That'd be because I'm a chicken-shit.
I rock myself to sleep sometimes. Yes, you read that right, I'm gettin' vulnerable with my bad self. Hush, you.
I've already figured out what I'm getting Calvin for Christmas. Alternately, it's like *pulling teeth* to get Christmas lists from the kids. I mean, we're standing here saying "Give us an itemized list of the things WE WILL BUY YOU IF YOU ONLY ASK" and they're like "Ih, you know, whatever." How's that for Christmas spirit?
With that said, I plan to do 99% of my Christmas shopping on-line (except for Calvin's aforementioned gift). I might even get my tree on-line, as Viv has pioneered the way for me.
With *that* said, I want a scanner, and fuzzy slippers, and a new cookset, and a leather jacket, and a stuffed stocking this Christmas. Calvin, are you listening?
I can't stand embarrassing situations. I can't stand it when *other* people get embarrassed. I can't watch. Not even on sit-coms, and that's what they're all about. I plug my ears and cover my eyes, and plaintively query "Is it over yet?" to anyone who may be sitting with me. They (of course) tell me it's over before it really is, and I suffer. Oh, how I suffer. I even feel embarrassed for other people when *they* should be embarrassed and are not. Like their Embarrassment Generating Engine is broken or something, and I'm filling in for them. I'm well and truly pathetic.
Multi-part harmony gives me goosebumps.
Some long-distance commercials make me want to cry. Alternately, I want to kill the 1-800-CALL-ATT guy. Sorry, Courtney.
I've watched Anne of Green Gables, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, The Princess Bride, Sabrina, and The Little Mermaid so many times I can rattle the lines off in time with the movie. Even, in the case of The Little Mermaid, all the songs.
In keeping with that, I was Brigitta in my school district's rendition of The Sound of Music when I was in sixth grade, so I know that, too. My grandmother's got some very incriminating videotape hanging around somewhere. You will never see it. Don't ask.

Okay! Anything else anybody wants to know? I'll 'fess. Well except for that one thing. And maybe that one other thing. But anything else is open for discussion. Mostly.

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