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Monday, September 29, 2003

born in the 70's diaryring, shopping spree

Today a lot of really funny stuff happened, but I don't know if I have the energy to type it all up. Lemme see, just a sec.


Hmm, not yet. So I think I'll just tell you about the ring I just created. It's for anyone born in the 1970's. I personally was born in 1974, and there's no ring for that; I thought about trying to join the 1975 ring (because, you see, I am a ringaholic, and periodically I go on ring-joining binges, as you can see from this page), since I was born at the veeeeery end of 1974, and most of the people in my grade in school etc. were born in 1975. But let's face it, I didn't like most of the people in my grade anyway ;-), and I don't want to be the lone 1974-born imposter on the 1975 ring. Still, I didn't want to experience the mega-rejection that would come from starting a born-in-1974 ring and having not one single person join it (insecurity is my middle name. Well, not really. But still, you get the idea); I figured I'd have more of a chance of getting that validated feeling brought on by having someone actually notice that I exist at diaryland if I left it open to everyone born in the 70's, since there isn't one of those rings either. So. Anyone reading this who was born between 1970 and 1980 (I am not one of those purists who think that a decade or a century can only begin with a number ending in 1, but I'll make a concession to them by including 1980 ;-), go to this page and join up. Um, please?


Today I went to our local True Value (that's a hardware store for those who don't know) to get a $10 package of 5 cardboard under-bed storage cartons, for C's too-big clothes. Mysteriously, the check I wrote was for WAY more than that, even accounting for tax, which is a usurious 8.75%. Perhaps -- and this is just surmise, mind you -- perhaps that had something to do with the 3 32-gallon trash cans, the laundry hamper, the can crusher, and the trash bag liners I put in my trunk. I dunno, the whole thing is kind of a blur, in a shopping-maniacal-haze kind of way. I remember leaving the house thinking, "I REALLY need to get some of those underbed cartons for those clothes I have sitting in my living room waiting for me to sort them." Then I remember being in the store... there's a hazy vision of... what... oh yes, I remember thinking, hmm, that hamper from the bathroom has been broken ever since T sat on it a few months ago; they have hampers; I should replace it... then... my anal-retentive father-in-law is coming by tomorrow to bring C a birthday present; I really don't want him to see LT's recycling area looking like such a mess, I should price garbage cans. Right around then it all gets very fuzzy until I get home and unload all this stuff and get this bizarre-but-familiar feeling -- a mix of "goody goody new stuff for organizing" and "oh dear, how am I going to tell T?" Can I get an amen here, ladies?


My kids are watching one of their old Blue's Clue's videos. I will never look at these videos the same again; I keep picturing Steve's webpage with its cute little mouseover faces. Sooner or later I will break down and buy his album just for novelty's sake. One of my online friends observed the likelihood that the vast majority of his fans will be the parents of Blue's Clue's fans, who discover his music through some incredulous friend telling them, "You will not BELIEVE this!" Kind of like me. :)


I caught the cleaning bug pretty hard today, as you can tell by my hardware store experience (I swear that place is as bad as Wal-Mart). As I mentioned, my FIL is coming over tomorrow, and he is not one of those people who doesn't care if your house is a mess when he comes by. Which is why he schedules his visits like dental appointments, only far, far less frequently. I suppose if he's going to be all anal about what the house looks like, it is good of him to give us advance notice. Anyway, the house is clean and lemony-smelling, but there's still a pile of laundry for me to go through so off I go. :)

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Saturday, September 27, 2003

fun afternoon

This will just be a quick, not-very-witty entry because in a few minutes I'm getting off the computer. The kids and I are going to have a stay-up-late-and-play-boardgames kind of night. Watch out, "Leave it to Beaver"; here comes something wholesomer. ;-)



We just had such a great afternoon. We went to Fresno with the goal of buying a family zoo membership, which is something I've been wanting to do for a while. We got there at two, and when we went to buy our membership we were told that all zoo members had free passes to Storyland AND all the rides at "Playland" today. Only problem was, the rides shut down at 4 along with the zoo (which I had expected to be open till 6), and Storyland was only open till 5:30. So we had a limited amount of time to do everything. We decided to skip the zoo for today, since we'll be able to do that for free for a year (criminy, I hope it's not for the rest of this year; gotta log onto their website and check that out...), and just enjoy the other two places. We had an absolute blast, it was the best day in a long time. I just wish T could have been there, and I wish I'd brought my camera. Next time. There were so many places in Storyland that I remembered from my own childhood -- I hadn't been in there since I was about seven. And the kids enjoyed themselves there immensely. (LT: "I sure liked Storyland better than I thought I would. I thought it would just be a bunch of boring people reading stories."). Their favorite thing in there was King Arthur's castle, which of course was renamed by them as Cair Paravel, and they took turns sitting on the throne pretending to be King Peter and Queen Lucy.


I keep forgetting to post about something I find hugely amusing. You know (well, if you're not the parent of someone who is or recently was a preschooler, you might not know) that guy Steve from Blue's Clue's? Well, I know this sounds like one of those urban legend things (why are they called that, I wonder, when they spread equally well in rural areas? anyone?), but it is really and truly true that he is now a singer/songwriter and has released an album. The music is pretty decent -- let's just say that if a really famous alternative musician came out with songs like his you might go, huh? but if your next-door neighbor's teenaged son's garage band could play this well, you might actually set up a lawn chair and listen. You can look at his website and listen to some of his music at www.steveswebpage.com. Drat, I wish I'd been the one to come up with that mouseover-face thing first, it's really kind of cool. Anyway, there's my goofy link for today. :)

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Friday, September 26, 2003

don't want to fall behind

I am not feeling terribly articulate today, so don't expect much in the way of sparkly wit, but there's a lot going on so I felt the need to update now before I reach the dreaded death-to-journal point. You know, when you skip updating, and it seems like it'd be just too much effort to catch up right then, and the backlog builds up and builds up until updating is pointless. You know what I'm talking about, right? Anyway.


T got called out to a fire last night. No, he's not a firefighter; he's a telecommunications technician, so he gets "borrowed" from his usual job by the Forest Service or whoever is responsible for fighting the wildfire at hand, to go to their command center and set up communications. He fixes radios, sets up repeaters, that sort of thing. More than you needed to know, I know, but I have to stem the tide of reverence that always rushes toward me as soon as I mention him getting called out on a fire. ;-) He'll be gone for a minimum of a few days, and a maximum of two weeks, probably somewhere in between. The overtime from the 16-hour days will be nice to have but we really miss him.


Also, C's birthday party was to be tomorrow but we've put it off, not only because of her daddy's absence but also because she has been fighting a cold and it's not going away. I don't want to be The Bad Guy, sending her into a crowd, full of germs, infecting all her friends and cousins with my sinus whatever.


LT worked this afternoon on the piñata for the party. It's to be a barn. The party will have a horse theme but the kids (and I) objected to the idea of beating up a horse with a stick, so we had to figure out something else that could be made out of cardboard or papîer-maché that fit with a horse theme. He is outside painting it now; I'll see if I can make Snappy behave long enough to get a picture of it when he's done.


I was a baaad girl last night. Instead of getting a good healthy night's sleep, I stayed up chatting with a friend from eleven to three. I think I needed the chat more than the sleep, however, even though I'm a big on the foggy side today. And my hands are actually tired from their extensive workout; it's physically uncomfortable to type. Oh well, one benefit of my sanity lapse is that I'm sure I burned at least 300 calories laughing. ;-)



There's no Friday Five today! WELL! :) While I'm thinking about that sort of thing, though, I wanted to note that I'm working on a project which I hope will end up being a year of diary prompts. So if you have any ideas, email them to me, and I'll put them in, with credit (and links if applicable) to all who participated. Thanks. :)

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Saturday, September 20, 2003

all by my little lonesome self

Well, the boys are off on their San Diego adventure, and we girls had our nice dinner out as planned. It was nice; C was far more ladylike than you might expect a girl of almost-4 to be; the food was good; several people stopped by our table to tell C how lovely she looked in her pretty dress. And she did look very pretty. We had gone out shopping (already beginning with the mother-daughter shopping trips! ;-) earlier today, and I bought her some white dress shoes since she had none to fit her. Then we came home and relaxed for a while before going to the video store and then to our dinner. After we got home we got into our jammies and popped popcorn (I am amazed at how much she ate!) and watched a cute video of a ballet production of several of Beatrix Potter's stories. We purposefully got a video that we knew her brother would not like, and sure enough, when they called from their motel room (they are staying at the same one where T and I spent the last two nights of our honeymoon trip), and he asked what video he heard playing in the background, he was just plain disgusted. He's not much on ballet or Beatrix Potter. Anyway, C crashed on the couch just as the video was getting over, and I'm sitting here starting to feel lonely.


I am vacillating between wanting to stay up late and watch the DVD I rented for myself, and wanting to go fall unconscious on my bed, hogging the whole thing which is my sole comfort in having to have it all to myself. Darnit, it's a $2.50 DVD (Two Weeks Notice) and I know if I put it off till tomorrow night (the store's closed Sundays so no videos are due that day) it won't get watched. Really I don't have to go to early service at church tomorrow, although C loves her Sunday School class so she should get to go. I, on the other hand, do not love any of the adult Sunday School classes that are available, so I tend to feel at loose ends during the first service if I don't have nursery duty or whatever. But most likely, we'll go, which means I should be up at 7:30 so as to be ready to leave the house at 8:30. Which means starting a movie at 10:30 would be lunacy. Look at me talking myself into wasting that $2.50! Bad me! (maybe, just maybe, T will want to watch it with me tomorrow evening... right... when he has to get up at 5 the next morning and he'll have been driving all afternoon...). sigh.


YAWN. I am definitely leaning toward the unconsciousness-on-the-bed option. I am rapidly losing the ability to put a sentence together, even mentally, let alone in type. This is a boring enough post (please, if this is the first one of mine you've ever read, realize I'm not really this dull... pretty close, but not quite this dull...) without having it lapse into gibberish, which is about to start happening.

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Wednesday, September 17, 2003

things are improving

OK, I'm feeling a little better now. I've paid bills (including a lot for lab work I had done back in May, and I barely refrained from writing snide comments on the statements, but it's not the lab's fault my insurance sucks -- seriously, I am unsure why their offices have never been car-bombed...), done my Bible study for tonight, helped LT do his Bible study for tonight, and (key to my current sense of contentment) made myself a Nescafé Frothé beverage. These are probably the be-all and end-all of cheezy instant coffee-sorta-drinks. But really, for so little effort -- no grinding, no filling, no filtering, no espresso machine screaming, no mixing, no blending, NOTHING! you just heat water and add it to powder -- you get something that tastes actually decent and gives you that nice caffeine jolt. And for only 90 calories per serving.


Also, it is actually a little bit cold in my house. This is my second-favorite day of the season -- the day when it feels too cool for shorts and bare feet in the house, and I go put on a sweatshirt and long pants and socks. My very favorite day of this season (counted as the time between Labor Day and Thanksgiving; OK, so I set up my own seasons, so sue me) is whatever day on which we build the first fire of the year. Extra bonus points if that day happens to be foggy or gray or even (bliss!) pouring down rain. Mmm, Curled-Up-With-Jane-Eyre-Under-A-Blanket-With-Hot-Beverage kind of weather. I can't wait. Summer can't last forever.

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Thursday, September 11, 2003

Ducky and Tinkertoys and an ouchy

This afternoon was a big financial day for us. We "borrowed" from T's retirement to pay off a lot of various debts we'd had sitting around. We are paying much less interest, and the interest we're paying is to ourselves, and unless my T's boss doesn't know what he's talking about, this makes our credit report look better because the retirement account loan doesn't show up on it. Who knows. It can't make it look any worse, at any rate. Now we will accomplish a few things we've been needing to do (like get new glasses for me, and fix T's truck), and by Christmas we'll be socking away a substantial amount into a savings account to pay loan origination fees etc. when we buy a house next spring or summer. We've had debt to one degree or another for the entire nine and a half years we've been married. We've been working hard to pay it down for the past five years, and it feels good to finish it off.


I still managed to have a pretty stressful afternoon sorting out all the paperwork and details involved. I wanted nothing more than just to lay in bed and vege all evening but families, you know, darnit, they need to be FED, can you believe that? They all stand around like baby birds with their beaks wide open, cheeping, looking so pitiful and helpless. So I made dinner, and then I went for a long hard fast walk. I actually had an aerobic heart rate for at least 25 continuous minutes of this 45-minute walk, and I wasn't shuffling along for the other 20 either, it just wasn't uphill all the way like the second part. I am all gleeful thinking about my body going, "calories! calories! where ARE you, calories?" and finally resorting to burning up some nasty old fat cells that have been sitting around in my thighs since before my first pregnancy. ha! gotcha! However, I'm not as thrilled about how sore my legs will be tomorrow. Oh well, it's a good trade-off. :)


Speaking of baby birds (well, I was, up there ^ ), I must show you what my daughter made out of Tinkertoys today. I must preface this by explaining that since around the beginning of our engagement ten years ago, T has called me "Ducky" and variations thereon. This explains, by the way, the fuzzy duckling in the layout, in addition to the fact that it's just plain adorable). Don't ask me why the heck he thought of that one (I have always said that it was because I had a short little haircut at the time and my unruly hair wanted to flip up in the back like a little duck tail, but he says it wasn't that). We were just out for a walk, holding hands and being all cute and lovey-dovey, and he blurted it out: "Duck-y!" in this cute little voice. Nobody who knows my husband only, say, at work, or at the VFW, would believe that he can be this silly. But he is. This led to my being called Ducky, and Coin (pronounced "Kwaa" with that nasaly French n at the end; it's what the French claim ducks say), and Quacky, and every other duck-related name you can think of, and some you can't. It never wore off and consequently my children have been exposed to this for years and probably think that everyone's mom is named after poultry. Anyway. Today my daughter made me a ducky out of Tinkertoys. Generally her Tinkertoy creations to date have been the kind of thing where you believe it's what it is supposed to be, only because she says it's what it's supposed to be. This is her first really recognizable item. Here it is:

Is that not the cutest? Can't you hear it quacking?

I think we'll see if we can make it last all year and enter it in the fair next year. LT has also made some really neat creations, like his interlocking angled gear drive:

I've no idea what is up with the green lines on the picture. My snappy unit is very old but why it should choose to freak out in the space of about five minutes between the last picture and this one is anyone's guess. At any rate, if you turn the crank on the horizontal wheel, its spines interlock with the vertical one and cause it to spin. He hasn't figured out a use for it yet -- just give him time. :)

OK, I was just going to talk about how happy I am that the weather is beginning to cool down enough that the cooler is too cold at night, but as I stood up to turn it off, I stepped on a toy train that was lurking in the shadows and tore the bottom of my foot. Um, OUCH. There are a few things that make me wish I could just let loose with a string of profanity, and injuring the bottom of my foot is one of them. OUCH. Good thing I had just taken a shower, and it was after my walk. I asked LT to bring me the bandaids (after I told him as calmly as I could, which wasn't very calmly, what I thought of his train), and C hovered over me -- "Is it a bleed? Oh, let me see. Oh dear. Oh honey. Just hold still, honey." -- as I was doctoring myself. That is why I don't let loose with the string of profanity -- because the very next time my little 3-year-old mimic damaged herself, she'd do the very same thing. She has an amazing memory capacity for speech, and gets the inflections the same and everything. It's cute (and a little amazing) when it's whole scenes from Bambi or Monsters Inc. Wouldn't be so cute if it was the aforementioned string of profanity. :-/


While I wait for T to get finished working on his buddy's truck and get his shower, I'm going to work on ivillage's book list, another idea I'm stealing from Jenn and Emily. And I'm going to moan quietly about the pain in my foot, too. OUCH.

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what a great day

I just had such a good day. It shows how petty I am, I suppose, that being able to wear clothes I hadn't been able to in the past can make me feel so happy. But there it is. Not only the "too small" jeans, either. After I got home from Bible study tonight I got out a denim dress from that same box -- a short dress with blue and white flowers embroidered on it -- feminine yet sturdy yet sexy. T had told me that he'd like it if I could wear it -- back when I couldn't even button it closed. It fit like a dream tonight. I was so pleased.


OK, I just had a call back to reality. I had to go make my washing machine behave. You know how some washers have a buzzer that goes off if the load is off-balance? This one doesn't need a buzzer, because when it is off-balance it makes as much noise as a mounted cavalry running through my linoleumed laundry room would. And of course since the laundry room is right next to both kids' rooms, and both kids are both asleep and afraid of loud noises that wake them in the night, I had to go make the darn thing shut up. T would sleep through just about anything and it even had him in there, blinking at me, asking me if I needed help. Hmm, maybe I should empty the garbage in the middle of the night, and make a lot of noise at it....


Anyway, back to my great day. Not only was there the weight loss thing, but school went really nicely, and for dinner, we had a picnic at the park in town for which I made deli sandwiches. And T and I had a big argument about something stupid last night, so we were still in the tender gentle happy make-up stage today.


The kids and I watched Return to Snowy River today, which also added to the overall mood of cheerfulness. Perhaps it is silly of me, but I really love a good pretty horse movie. Nice scenery and running horses just give me a happy little thrill. (I should start making a list of all the things I say that about!). Really. I love watching the Snowy River movies, and The Black Stallion (which is a really rare thing: a movie that is better than the book), and this version of Black Beauty that we bought from the bargain DVD bin at Wal-Mart. When I was little I was the same way (I'll have to find Phar Lap and National Velvet and see if they're as pretty as I remember them being). The dialogue can be hokey as anything, but if there's pretty scenery, nice music, and plenty of horsey eye candy, I can't help enjoying watching it. Hey, I never said I was a movie purist. Luckily I have a daughter as an excuse. :)


I'm starting to feel hungry so I'm going to get a good drink of water and go to bed before I start munching. (must forget about Cadbury bar in fridge. Must forget.)

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Tuesday, September 09, 2003

SpaceCamp

My kids are watching SpaceCamp. (note: from reading my diary you'd conclude that my children watch videos non stop since they seem to always be watching one while I type. Really, though, it's not like that -- it's just that the only times I can sit and relax and write up an entry are when they're settled quietly, and one way to do that is with a video). Until they borrowed this movie from my grandmother a few months ago (they have since returned it and re-borrowed it, by the way, must clarify lest you think I let them keep borrowed movies for years ;-), I hadn't seen it since I think 1986, on New Year's Eve. I must confess that I was totally convinced that "Daedalus" as portrayed in the movie was a real actual space station. When we watched it as a family, I told T that a boy in junior high had done a History Day project about Daedalus, but that he'd spelled the name wrong. T very diplomatically said that he was 99.9% sure, having been a space buff since grade school (which was longer ago than my grade school, let's just say that), that Daedalus was invented solely for that movie. I was not as diplomatic; I insisted, I'm afraid, that it had to be a real thing since Richard had done his project about it. Whoops. I did a lot of research online, and finally found out for sure on an astronomy newsgroup that T was right and I was wrong. I do not remember what the stakes were of our silly little bet on that topic, but I was utterly demoralized and felt like a buffoon. Not as much of a buffoon as Richard, though. He got a lot more than the spelling of the name wrong. What I have to wonder is where the heck he did any research for that project. Granted, it was eighth grade, but we had to have at least some sources.


Not, by the way, that I can claim much superiority in the area of History Day projects. I was in seventh grade that year, and my school friend and I decided to work together on a project. She would do the art, and she was really into drawing with perspective at the time, and wanted to do some kind of interior of a cathedral or something for the background art for our project. The only problem was that the topic of the project had to have something to do with "frontiers". So how to incorporate a cathedral with that? Simple, you title your display "Frontiers In Christianity." ACK. We did a good job -- we wrote a lot about the changes in religious culture from Biblical times to the present, and typed up blurbs of text and put them on little scrolls which we glued to the background. And of course the cathedral interior looked just great. :) But what a stupid idiotic name for a project. I'm surprised we didn't overhear the judges laughing about it. Maybe they were still in shock from "Deadelos."



C's doctor appointment went fine, by the way. The doctor says that the pigment loss on the side of her neck isn't anything to worry about, and that it's really common (which went along with the research I'd done online). She was more puzzled by the discoloration above her mouth, and finally concluded that it looked most like a bruise of some kind, like she was sucking a glass down over her mouth, but if it's still there next week I'm to bring her back in. C loves going to the doctor. She's been asking me at least once an hour to check the white spot on her neck, in a very serious little 3-year-old voice. She likes taking medicine too, little booger. She gets that from her dad, who used to try to drink Triaminic recreationally when he was a little boy. I, on the other hand, will generally suffer with a headache for hours before I finally give in to T's cajoling and take two aspirin. I tell him it's my anti-addictive personality -- unlike some people, I don't need to seek chemical solutions to my problems, physical or otherwise. ;-)



I was just getting a good laugh reading California's voter guide for the special election in October. Here's a quote from Larry Flynt's blurb: "California is the most progressive state in the union and I'm sure its citizens would welcome having a smut peddler who cares as their Governor." That's really funny, except that it's also true. This election is making South Florida look like a think tank in comparison. Dave Barry had a really great column about this a few weeks ago.

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Sunday, September 07, 2003

whine mope groan complain

I didn't make an entry yesterday. (I don't think. Did I? Maybe I did. I don't think so though). This is because yesterday was an unbelievably boring day. We had sort of loosely planned to maybe take the kids to the movies, T had some work to do around the house, that kind of thing. But on his way home from his astronomy do on Friday night, he noticed a problem with the brakes on our car, so he took them apart Saturday morning to examine them, and couldn't fix them right away because by the time he got the part in his hot little hands, it was time for him to leave with a friend who wanted him to go look at a car that the friend was going to buy. In the Bay Area. Which is a 3-hour drive from here. So he was gone all afternoon, and my car was unusable while he was gone. I had all these GO SOMEWHERE urges and nothing to do with them -- couldn't even walk downtown in the heat because I knew (and the kids acknowledged) that my dear kidlets would whine and moan and complain (gee, I don't know anyone who does that!) when it was time to come up our steep hill. So we stayed around the house. The kids chain-watched a few videos, we played a few games. I was not the bright sparkly inventive creative mom that I love to be; I wanted nothing more than to vege out and mope about not being able to go anywhere.


On the brighter side, today I have had a crushing sinus headache. :-D. And a stiff neck too. I did get to take about a three-hour nap after we got home from church. But everyone else is perky and jovial, and hungry, and I feel guilty for not wanting to deal with that. Someone please, slap some sense into me. I have a wonderful family and a wonderful life. Well, except for this sinus headache/stiff neck thing. But still. What's a little physical misery in the face of the wonderfulness of my life?


OK, so right now it's a lot. How lame I am...

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Friday, September 05, 2003

miscellaneous rambly thoughts

This is weird, I have just sat here literally with my fingers sitting on the keys, unable to think what to type. This is the equivalent of me not knowing what to say, which, let's face it, never happens. If I'm quiet (which I have to be from time to time) I'm either asleep, or it's the result of a serious effort of discipline. And the "diarrhea of the mouth" (what a repulsive phrase, really! ugh!) runs to email and chatting also. Fortunately, it's easier to control myself in typed electronic communication because I generally have the opportunity to think things over and delete before I send (though this certainly does not mean that I never stick my foot in it). If anyone figures out how to do that with speaking, please do let me know, I'll pay anything. :)


OK, I just had my best laugh of the day at something totally inane. My kids have this goofy video about construction equipment, and they're watching it backward, and the dirt is just magically going back up into loaders and spreading itself out before retreating bulldozers and the like. LT said it was like they were "using the force" to pick the dirt up. I am easily amused. My kids got this from me. Say what you will, it's a very handy character trait. :)


Tonight T is leading a group of local boy scouts toward their astronomy merit badges, via a three-hour observation session. It's a good time for it -- the moon is waxing gibbous, which means it will interfere just a little bit with the best seeing, but that is the best time to look at the moon itself because the "terminator" (line where it goes from light to dark) is in clear relief, which is very interesting to look at. And Mars is still putting on a good show. Astronomy is a lot like classical music, now that I think of it. To the non-fanatic, much of it seems really boring, but there are some aspects which are interesting even to people who will never in a million years get into it deeply. Not everyone would enjoy a Messier-object-finding-party that lasts all night, just as most people don't cry when they really listen hard to CPE Bach or Vivaldi or Schubert or even Gershwin (me? what?). But everyone likes to take a good close-up (relatively speaking) look at the moon, or Mars, or, say, the Ring Nebula (picture), just like everyone recognizes and probably likes, say, "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik", or "Fur Elise" (which my classmates used to ask me to play on the piano thus: "Do you know that song from the McDonald's commercial?" grr), or (of course) Pachelbel's "Canon in D" (I once saw an album for sale called "Pachelbel's Greatest Hit", consisting of a dozen or so different renditions of that one song.). I don't know exactly where I was going with this concept, other than trying to use as many parentheses as humanly possible, except to say that I am in the "when you get something interesting in there, hon, call me and I'll go look at it" camp as regards my husband's astronomy fixation. I really think it's neat to look at recognizable or very-different-looking stuff. And I'm really glad that he is able to enjoy something that he's so interested in. But I am certainly not as into it as he is.


We are having a mini-party tonight. Sometimes when T is gone overnight, the kids and I will stay up late, eat junk food, bring all our pillows out in the front room and crash on the floor watching movies, build ornate castles with blocks, dance to the Cranberries, that sort of thing. That's not happening tonight but I did get us some junk food, and they are vegging out watching a video. I even ate 400 calories' worth of junk myself. (a portion of Pringles and an ice-cream sandwich). I have been doing pretty well; I am now at -15. I'm not losing as fast as I did at the beginning but realistically it's probably better for me this way. That doesn't mean I like it better. grr. It was so satisfying when it was just falling off early on. I can tell a difference, though, looking at video of myself. We were watching my son's birthday party, from April, and WOW, I was fatter. The jeans I was wearing were quite snug and now I can do that holding-them-out-in-front-of-me bit. I am still not getting out my slenderer clothes until I hit -20 or so. My memory must be a little tweaked, because other of my clothes don't seem any looser than they were. Which makes no logical sense, so I must be mis-remembering how tight they were before. Thinking positively never hurt anyone, right? :)

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