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Christmas Eve Eve
Dec. 23rd, 2006 07:25 pmToday was special because dad let me drive the Mercedes. One-sixty we did not do, but yes, the Mo-car purrs like a kitten. Sweet, very sweet indeed. We likes it.
As a side note, I'm always nervous driving with my dad in the car. I don't know why he makes me feel inferior...except that he always thinks I drive too fast, even when though I purposely drive slowly when he's with me. I don't think he likes not being in control of the car. *grin*
The afternoon was spent making chex mix and listening to old speeches on CD -- Churchill, Truman, the Roosevelts, the Kennedys, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret's speech to the children of England during the war. There's nothing like hearing history.
We've watched "What's Up, Doc?" twice already this weekend!
I am unsettled in my mind about some things; nothing serious, but I can't seem to shake it. In thinking about this, I decided that the reason I doubt a lot of life at the moment is because it all seems too easy. Ergo, something must be wrong.
Well, it seems logical to me.
PS: this long weekend, my main project (besides beginning to pack ohmygoshtimemovestoofasteeeeeekkkkkk) is reading. I brought seven books home with me from the library yesterday, several of them close to or exceeding the 1,000 page mark, and I know very well that there is NO WAY I can read them all, not even counting the ones I already had here, started, but I am going to give it my best shot. *deep breath* And I can't even take any with me to Boise, because they are all gigantic hardcovers, and means, oh, the horror, I must pack OTHER books to start on the plane, which will probably be the two Prachetts that I haven't read yet because I have them in paperback and maybe an obsure philosophy book I've been meaning to get to for ages.
As a side note, I'm always nervous driving with my dad in the car. I don't know why he makes me feel inferior...except that he always thinks I drive too fast, even when though I purposely drive slowly when he's with me. I don't think he likes not being in control of the car. *grin*
The afternoon was spent making chex mix and listening to old speeches on CD -- Churchill, Truman, the Roosevelts, the Kennedys, Princess Elizabeth and Princess Margaret's speech to the children of England during the war. There's nothing like hearing history.
We've watched "What's Up, Doc?" twice already this weekend!
I am unsettled in my mind about some things; nothing serious, but I can't seem to shake it. In thinking about this, I decided that the reason I doubt a lot of life at the moment is because it all seems too easy. Ergo, something must be wrong.
Well, it seems logical to me.
PS: this long weekend, my main project (besides beginning to pack ohmygoshtimemovestoofasteeeeeekkkkkk) is reading. I brought seven books home with me from the library yesterday, several of them close to or exceeding the 1,000 page mark, and I know very well that there is NO WAY I can read them all, not even counting the ones I already had here, started, but I am going to give it my best shot. *deep breath* And I can't even take any with me to Boise, because they are all gigantic hardcovers, and means, oh, the horror, I must pack OTHER books to start on the plane, which will probably be the two Prachetts that I haven't read yet because I have them in paperback and maybe an obsure philosophy book I've been meaning to get to for ages.
