It's a rare child indeed that likes her parent's music as much as Marie likes ours. She does complain, though, when we get going on a Barbara Streisand kick (her song "I've Finally Found Someone" is "our" song), or listen to the "all-80's-all-the-time" station incessantly. She *is* a fan of Destiny's Child and Eminem, too, after all.
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This is how stupid Kye is. I went home for lunch yesterday to throw a meatloaf in the crockpot (as an aside, have you ever noticed how everything cooked in a crockpot is cooked for six hours on low? Meatloaf - six hours on low. Pot Roast - six hours on low. Chicken - six hours on low. Beef Stew - six hours on low. Why does the darn thing come with any other setting, I wonder?). I made myself a PB+J, and was walking toward the computer room to post an update when I saw her through the window. And did a double take. And got the camera. Yes, folks, that *is* a ceiling fan she's chosen to take a nap on. We haven't quite finished cleaning up all the construction debris in the backyard, and she figures since it's in her domain, she can lay on it/play with it/shred it/eat it at her discretion. Let's not even discuss the things I've discovered which have successfully travelled through her digestive track, and emerged more or less intact, okay?**********
One last hurrah for Halloween, here's the punkin (too bad, Archibael, that's how I pronounce it, so that's how I'm spelling it) I carved up in five minutes at 6:00 on Halloween evening. Marie lost interest after cutting the hole in the top and scooping the guts. I haven't carved a jackolantern since I was 10. Upon reflection, seeing as it was such a momentous occasion, if I had time to prepare I would have gotten one of those stencil thingies and carved something bitchin'. As it is, here's my creativeness, in all its glory. Impressed?My friend and her daughter stopped by to do the candy begging thing in my neighborhood (and if you're reading this, a) I forgot what alias you wanted me to use for you; and b) I'm *still* picking up feathers from that darned boa!). Much loot was acquired.
I must mention the most *adorable* trickertreater that dinged my bell. The door was standing open and I was sitting on the couch, when I heard little feet at the entry. I looked around, and a *microchild* of about three, wearing a nurse's uniform, peeked her head around the doorframe and inquired "Tweet? Tweet?" No "twicks" for her, nosireebob! I grabbed the bowl, and her little brother of about two, dressed as a ninja(?) pointed and yelled "MM's! MM's!" His candy of choice, apparently. They were my "awwww..." point of the evening.
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Juno, our ferret, is impossible to photograph. Unless you want a blurry picture of a tawny colored blob. She's constantly in motion. I tried for twenty minutes last night to get a snap of her, but she was "Keh-keh-keh"-ing all over the house and never sat still. She's hysterical, though. We close up all the doors to the rooms and let her out of her cage every evening for a while. She does a slink/sidewind/hop/skitter gate, then smooshes flat on the floor like a commando ferret. Slink/sidewind/hop/skitter/smoosh. Slink/sidewind/hop/skitter/smoosh. She tracks all over the house that way. If you're up and walking around, she attacks your feet. If you're sitting on the couch with your feet on the floor, she bites your big toe. We play a tag kind of game with her. We scuff our feet toward her like we're chasing her, and she backs up in a rush, her tail all pipecleaner-ed out. Then she rushes forward, mouth wide open, "keh-keh-keh", and we scoot away from her. She'll do that forever. She's not a snuggle type ferret. She has to be constantly in motion. The only time she'll let you cuddle her is if you've picked her up out of her cage while she's sleeping. She'll lay in a warm ball, yawning fit to crack her jaw and rooting into the bend of your arm, for five minutes tops. Then she starts to wriggle, like a toddler who doesn't want to be held. It's either put her down or drop her at that point. She's a cool little animal. Stinky (musk!), but cool.
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I lied, but just an eeny-weeny bit. After my "Class Reunions" post I got to thinking of the few people I got along with in my highschool experience. So I joined Classmates.com and got in contact with three girls (huh, "ladies" now) that were featured in the few positive experiences I'd had. It's a total blast from the past, and kind of surreal. Some of the names I saw on the list of folks signed up from my alma mater were people I haven't even thought of in years. It's like remembering parts of a movie seen ten years ago. I don't even really know why I did it. Curiosity, I suppose. I can hack dishing out $30 for the sake of my curiosity, I guess.
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It's been very quiet out there in "fan-land" lately. I know you're out there, I can hear you breathing. Should I start a daily poll? Should I offer witty Haiku's like Jen? Should I write about controversial things so you'll be piqued to respond? Hello? Anyone? Is this thing on? ~grin~
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I should have done this ages ago, but I would like to introduce Dawn, new to the vast ranks of on-line journalers. She just started her journal, and made me feel quite chuffed because she asked for my advice on all things web-hosty and HTML-ey. It made me realize what Viv must've felt like when I was asking her advice for my site. I'm playing it forward, I guess. So, welcome, Dawn! It looks great!
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I must make mention, with a very sad and heavy heart, the departure of a beautiful, wonderful woman and journaler, Eve, known as Ginkgo, of "Dreaming Among the Jade Clouds. Her site lives on through her guest book and message boards, and they have been filled to overflowing with good wishes for her husband. His poignant final entry, posted to his beloved's website, made me cry. Dear Eve, may you find peace and happiness, wherever you are.