2004-01-14 – Bitchypoo

Deborah Knott books, by Margaret Maron. The Casey Jones series, by Katy Munger, and the Miss Julia books, by Ann B. Ross. Oh, and the Shakespeare’s books by Charlaine Harris. Oh, and looky – another not-yet-published book to add to my wishlist: the next in the Sookie Stackhouse series comes out in May. Lordy. So many books, so little time.

* * * Goodness me, poor Bryan Lamb, dickless wonder. How difficult it must be to go through life with a microscopic penis. I guess the only way to deal with such emotional pain is to steal from others and then when confronted with it, bluster and threaten. I guess he has not only a microscopic penis, but lacks the balls to do the right thing. Asshole. * * * When I was in Maine, my father burned all the pictures he’d taken in November and December to a cd for me. When I got home I was looking through them, and realized that all the pictures he took while visiting my brother Tracy and his wife Kate where on the cd. At one point during the visit, they drove into Washington, DC, and there are about a million pictures of first my mother in front of a monument and then my father. I have no idea why that amuses me so much – maybe because they should have done what people always do when Fred is around and asked a stranger to take a picture of BOTH of them? Or, hey – Tracy and Kate were WITH them during the visit to DC, why not ask one of them to snap a picture? With my parents, who knows what the reasoning is.

* * * Did I mention that I figured out how to use my father’s scanner while I was in Maine? I scanned a couple of my parents’ wedding pictures.

I LOVE these pictures so much; they were so damn YOUNG. My mother’s slowly been clearing out my grandmother’s house (my uncle still lives there, but he told her “Just make sure you leave me the stove and the refrigerator. You can have anything else you want.”), and while I was in Maine, she stopped by my grandmother’s house and took a wedding picture of both my parents (which I haven’t scanned) and a copy of my mother in her wedding dress (above), and gave them to me. I’m going to frame them side-by-side and hang them in the hallway, I think. We have a wedding picture of Fred’s parents I’d love to frame and hang up, but I’m guessing that that would be a tad too weird, since they’re divorced and remarried to other people. I’m not sure if wedding pictures of them to their second spouses even exist; I haven’t seen any, if they do. * * * Last non-cat picture of the day, I promise.