It was a good weekend ( Read more... )

A lovely weekend.  Friday, got to watch the First Eureka.  Saturday, discovered we were poor for the week.  Sat around and thought a lot about what I should be doing ( Read more... )

Got to paint all day yesterday.  I did take a break around 4:30 to come home and make tonkatsu, steamed goza and rice for my starving family ( Read more... )

Friday did improve.  It was like a big ole time out until we went to get D, and then we went by my Dad's to drop off clown shirts and we stayed to play with the puppy and grandpa until about 5.  Dad insisted we raid his fridge and take his frozen pizzas.  And who am I to argue, he buys te fancy brands of the flavors we like ( Read more... )

I painted all day, well almost.  I rolled out of bed just before 9, when S came in my room and asked loudly, "are you hungrey?"  Well, no, I WAS asleep, but are YOU hungrey?  He does that a lot.  He has a hard time refering to himself as "I."  You know, "I am Hungrey,"  "I need help."  So he asks if I need what he needs ( Read more... )

( Stuff from last week and the weekend. It was really long )

Friday, I showed how much I rock by fixing a flier, training the new receptionists, and making a posters for Doctor appreciation day (at the last minute).  I also got Suzy Led Zepplin and Me in the mail from someone I just met on Goodreads.  He used to work for Soft Skull and offered to send me Martin Millar's work that I hadn't read, and he had ( Read more... )

I found a newway to get D to clean with out whining.  "If you clean X amount, we will go see the puppy."

It kind of worked.  We spent 2 hours there on Saturday while both my parents were working.  Then after we cleaned house for most of the afternoon on Sunday, we went to see the puppy (and my parents) some more.  Dad bought everyone pizza, and ( Read more... )

Had a good weekend.  The clowns were fun.  I'm looking forward to painting for them ( Read more... )

The death of the Travolta's son is tragic and makes me sad for them.  I can't imagine the heartbreak of losing my child.  It happens, but normal people don't have the extra trauma of news channels pondering the cause or having doctors speak about their child's medical conditions.  And I am mortified that anyone claiming to be a news agency would ( Read more... )