Mike's there now.  In Louisville.  In that fucking town where that fucking boy is.

Rationally, I know that Rob is likely anywhere but Louisville, but there's this one in a billion chance and it's killing me.  It absolutely sickens me to think that he might run into Mike and know him somehow (totally impossible) and cause him harm.  Or that, on the ( Read more... )

Last year for Valentine's Day, Mike got me a half day at a spa here in Berkeley Springs (Atasia for anyone interested...and it's kind of sweet, he picked it because our wedding coordinator from the Cacapon State Park said it was the best one in town).  I've had a massage before.  Twice, actually.  Once before in Gulf Shores--another gift ( Read more... )

It snowed today.  It wasn't the first snow of the season -- it was the second, if you're counting -- but it was the first that stuck, even if it was only for about fifteen minutes.  This is the beginning of my third winter in the North and I still haven't gotten tired of the snow.  I haven't learned to feel the dread that follows the next thought ( Read more... )

I've decided that my resolutions from last year (lose weight, write a journal entry every day, and save money) were poor choices.

New thoughts:

1.  Do not gain weight.

2.  More quality journal entries (to hell with quantity).

3.  Save money when possible.  Do not break self to do so.

4.  Exercise with Cotton more often in whatever manner (not ( Read more... )

I feel as though I should enter an honest-to-goodness bit of writing here.  I want to.  I'm drawing a blank.  Instead, I shall show pictures.

The tree (and Cotton)...pre-presents.  It's got lots of goodies under it now.


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Go to your Calendar and find the first entry for each month of 2006. Post the first line of it in your journal, and that's your "Year In Review."

January:  Events...slowly...going...downhill... 
Hmmm...isn't that an auspicious start to the year?

February:  BLUES are motivated by INTIMACY, seek opportunities to genuinely connect with others, and need ( Read more... )

We survived Thanksgiving.  I say "survived" because there came a point when this state of being was not a given.  You see, we were driving the twenty-two hours back from Texas to West Virginia when traffic got ugly.  We pulled out our trusty map, saw a viable alterantive route and headed out telling ourselves that we are young and adventure is in ( Read more... )

I humbly recant my opinion that this new lean, mean, blond James Bond would never work.

Dear God, does he ever work.

I will say nothing about the movie except this:  the first time the man appears in his tailored tux, I literally exhaled as though I'd been punched.  Mike glared at me, but I didn't care.  I'll go back and watch it again just for that ( Read more... )

Last night, I finished a book called "Crocodile on the Sandbank" by Elizabeth Peters.  It’s the first in a series about a reasonably wealth woman in the 19th century named Amelia Peabody who is fascinated by ancient Egyptian history and mythology who becomes a sort of female (and much more eloquent) Indiana Jones.

I’ve read another Amelia Peabody ( Read more... )