Joie de vivre

That was easily the most entertaining debate of the three.

I still, still spell pigeon wrong on my first try.

I miss equuschick's dog. (Okay, I miss equuschick too. Really.)

This expresses pretty well how I feel about the way things are shaping up politically.

I gotta do some book-writing tomorrow. It's all been building up in my brain - watch it all come bursting out, hm?

I woke up to find snow on the ground.

I'm sure there will be a rash of 9/11 posts tomorrow. I don't mean to get mine in ahead of time, but it's only an hour or so away and I'll probably forget if I wait until morning.

All I want to say is that I can still taste the fear I felt five years ago. At times I was so sick with it that physically I could barely breathe. I think I thought the world was ending.

And we came through it. I came through it.

It still feels odd to think that I may life the rest of my life in a country at war. 

God bless America, and God bless our military.

Five inches in one week: nothing like a drought to make you properly appreciate rain! I love it. More is predicted.

Sunday I was snubbed at a party by several people I used to go to church with. I don't care that much anymore, but it's an odd experience. I'm not that used to flat-out blatant rudeness and I'm always a little shocked (and later, amused) by it. Also, I ran into my former pastor at the pharmacy and he did deign to say hello, but called me by the wrong name. As the British would say, "typical!"

It appears I wasn't that far off the mark, though, when Quinton asked me what the main difference between my former church and my current church was and I blurted out before I thought, "They like me here."

But I came home and drank three cups of Mexican coffee (thanks again for the beans, Sarah-girl!), and so all was well.

Sometimes I wonder why anybody would hate little old me and sometimes I wonder why anybody wouldn't.

I will now proceed to mention several people.

To another Sarah: pansyprincess, you were in my dream Saturday night! I dreamed that I went to my favorite coffee shop and you had just started to work there. You made me an excellent latte, and then I realized your sister was also there (she was taller and blonder than you, but her face looked just like yours...probably because I don't know your real sister's faces well enough). We three sat around and talked and I was almost late getting back to work because of you. =)

aftondays's photography contest grows near, but there's still time to submit a picture or two!

savetheolives and I have been having a grand time planning for the end of May. I think Hollywood conspired not to release any good movies when we could see them together, though. It currently looks like we'll have our pick between MI:II and The Da Vinci Code. ....or not.

I will now venture into politics, which I find interesting that I rarely talk about here. I am actually a very political person....believe it or not.

I'm getting really sick of the whole illegal immigration thing, especially the marches and demonstrations and strikes. I have all the sympathy in the world, but you're breaking the law. I don't see the big deal.

And I heard the gentleman who started the whole translate-the-national-anthem-into-Spanish thing quoted today as saying he did it "to honor all the immigrants who came to this country speaking Spanish." My thought, and my dad concurs, is that we should also translate it into French and German and Polish and Dutch and Chinese and a bunch of obscure African dialects and heck, Gaelic too; and then when Americans gather to sing the national anthem it will sound like the tower of Babel and maybe God will strike us dead.

Almost dead, in fact.

Dad's in New Jersey right now, which is Odd. He and his brother took a weekend jaunt to buy a car and pick up some tables from their sister's house. The dining room table will become ours; finally we'll be able to have more then two guests for dinner at a time. And although we don't have a place for it exactly, I'm hoping we'll be able to keep the library table as well. I don't remember ever seeing it before (though it used to be in my grandparents house) but the very name--Library Table--has endeared me to it, and mom assures me that it is beautiful. I'd like to adopt it and take it with me when I leave. A Library Table!

Next week looks busy. Two people are on vacation and so us remaining two will be working double our usual hours. I'll miss Sandra. Not only is she Classy and a Kindred and Very Wise (regarding what goes on here at the library, anyway), but she's just very comforting to be around.

At least Monday is a holiday, and I can try to catch up on all my projects. Like letter writing. And research paper writing.

My debate scarf last night was the biscuit colored one. I'm wearing it now (with clothes all of varying shades of cream/tan--very monochromatic, and I think I like it) and so there is only the blue piece of material left, and one debate. Perfect. Debates are the only time I have two hours to sit and handsew filmy material, which is a bugger to work with.

Two more hours until I can go home and eat chicken for lunch.