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Last Build Date: Tue, 15 May 2007 05:13:49 +0000


Putting the “Duh” in Mudduh’s Day

Mon, 14 May 2007 04:15:52 +0000

Last night, after I put Woo to bed, I was taking a few minutes to cruise around my usual internet haunts, which have gone most ignored since final exams are looming. I cruised into a Mother's Day thread at The Usual Suspects and read someone's post asking how you plan to celebrate with your mother, etc. That's when it hit me. Oh fuck.

Knock Knock

Thu, 10 May 2007 11:43:34 +0000

It didn't take long for us to get tired of the frequent knocks and doorbell ding-dongs of those trying to convince us we needed what they were offering: raffle tickets, vacuum cleaners, home services and, of course, religion.

Adventures in Hiking

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 13:35:20 +0000

Suddenly the dogs barked, Beau Hunk yelled something, and in the midst of the chaos I became chillingly aware of a sound. A very distinct sound. A sound that is instantly familiar, even if you've never heard it before.

On the Job Again

Sun, 29 Apr 2007 00:44:39 +0000

For better or worse, I got the job. They called with the offer on the day before I left for a four-day camping trip with my friends from the Bay Area. As it worked out, Woo was here and Beau Hunk was not when the call came. That meant I had to fudge my way through a job offer and the logistics thereof with a little boy yelling and banging on the door, because I had locked myself in our bedroom so that I wouldn't have to fudge my way through a job offer with a little boy yelling and squirming on my lap and asking to talk on the phone. In retrospect, it was six of one, half a dozen of the other.

Color Me Red

Sun, 08 Apr 2007 20:14:55 +0000

Among my to-do list this week was "color hair". Beau Hunk likes redheads, and since he's morally obligated to sleep only with me, I thought he might enjoy a redhead to play with for a little while. Nothing drastic, just a little strawberry to my original blonde.

One Vacation Begins, Another Ends

Tue, 03 Apr 2007 18:19:49 +0000

As of yesterday, I am officially on Spring Break. Whoo-hoo!

Five Furry Alarm Clocks

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 19:01:01 +0000

Just about every day I ask the same question: "Why do we own five animals??" More often than not, this question is asked between 6:30 and 7:30am, just as I'm trying to finish off my morning sleep and our five furry alarm clocks are letting me know, in less than gentle terms, that morning has broken.

Deja Vu All Over Again

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 00:00:23 +0000

It seems that the last time I updated this site I was entering exam season. Which then flowed into mid-term season, which dovetailed into term paper and big-honkin' report season, followed by the Finals Crunch, which took place the week before Christmas. By the time the New Year got here, I was preparing for the Spring semester. So what's been going on here since then? Oh, just about everything.

Back to School – Semester Two

Mon, 18 Sep 2006 17:15:13 +0000

The Fall semester started a mere two weeks and six days after my surgery – before I was allowed to drive even – which kind of forced me to be ok. Beau Hunk had to drive me and come pick me up, which was a pain in the ass for him since class is over […]

Coming Right Along

Sat, 12 Aug 2006 19:53:10 +0000

Recovery continues. Physically I’m doing ok, but emotionally I’m a fucking mess. I think my one remaining ovary has gone on strike, because I am having hot flashes that just about cook me in my own skin, and I’m crying over exercise infomercials. I wish my stupid body would just get back to work so […]