reading: Mortal Fear, by Greg Iles. So far it’s a really good book – though I didn’t realize when I started reading it how old it is, and the protagonist was explaining computer-related things to the authorities, and he had to explain what a Sysop is, and I thought “What? What the fuck? EVERYONE knows what a Sysop is, for god’s sake!”, and then I realized it was actually published nine years ago, and those were the early-ish days of the internet (hell, I hadn’t even discovered online journals and there were no such things as blogs, way back then), so I guess it makes sense.
Sysop definition, because I know one of you smartasses will ask.
Finished recently: The Love Wife, by Gish Jen. I really wanted to like this book, but for the love of GOD, it dragged on forEVER and read so slowly that I thought for sure I was on page 300 or so, and looked up to see that I was on page 57. The book has its moments, but I don’t really recommend it.
Also recently finished: Close Range, by Annie Proulx. It really was amazing how closely Brokeback Mountain the movie followed Brokeback Mountain the story. It was worth reading the book, just to get to read BrokeBack Mountain. I recommend it.
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So when I posted the picture of the spud in her prom dress yesterday, what I forgot to mention is how very amazing it is that she ended up buying such a body-conscious dress when back in the Fall when we were looking for a Homecoming Dress she wouldn’t even (at first, anyway) entertain the thought of a dress with spaghetti straps, and I despaired because everything we could find with sleeves was kind of matronly looking, and she’s got (as my mother would say) a cute little figure, and it seemed a shame to put her in a dress that would look at home on a 60 year-old woman.
Then she finally said that she might be willing to do the spaghetti straps thing and ended up with a cute dress, only in black, and I wondered if every formalish dress she was ever going to wear would be black, and then her best friend told her she needed to buy the pink and black dress with the tight bodice and the spaghetti straps, and I think it’s perfect.
I wish I could have pulled off a prom dress like that, but instead I wore this to my Junior Prom:
(Pardon the horrid scan)
My mother ordered it for me, from JC Penney’s. God save me from the permed ‘fro.
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From my comments:
Hey! I’ve been meaning to ask you, what kind of kayak do you use when you go out with Fred?
According to Fred, it’s a Wilderness Systems Critter, which is no longer made.
Have you considered putting down a rug in the lounge room to maintain the niceness of the new carpet?
We’ve thought about it, but the problem areas in the living room were in front of the couches, where we sit and our nasty, dirty feet dirtify the carpet. Now that we have couches with recliners, we spend 99% of our time with our feet up off the carpet, but if that changes, we have a carpet remnant (left over from the carpet installation) that will fit nicely in front of both couches.
Hey Robyn, this is off the subject, but after having your surgery, I haven’t seen any entries on how you’re doing, how much have you lost, have you found it difficult, do you wish you had never done it. I ask because I am considering it.
That’s what my weight loss journal,
OneFatBitchypoo is for. I update it around once a week or so. (And as of this week I’ve lost 54.5 pounds. Woot!) There’s also a permanent link to it in the sidebar to the right.
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I’d write a longer entry, but I’ve decided to drive up to Tennessee to get some Powerball tickets ($220 million! Woot!), and I have to run to the post office, so off I go.
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Edited to add: Or not. Apparently the jackpot’s only $15 million Saturday (Ha! “Only”!). Duh. Oh well – it was a nice drive and if they wanna give us $15 million, I won’t turn it down!)
Have a great weekend!
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“Don’t touch my water, damnit.”
“I smell somethin’ good. IS IT S-N-A-K TIME?!?!?!”
“It’s hours and hours ’til S-N-A-K time? How can that be?!”
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Previously
2005: Why do I bother to make New Year’s resolutions, I ask you?
2004: Bastard.
2003: “That’s right, you LITTLE SHIT, get the hell out of here!” I yelled, stomping at him.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Not much of an entry.]]>