If you haven't yet read my latest FFF Report, scroll back and read that first.

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Oh wait. It's Saturday. Eh, close enough. It's been a long week, and a longer time since I attempted regular updates.

Let's get on to the bullets then, shall we?

• That rough patch Paul and I hit a few weeks back has largely smoothed itself out, after climaxing with a huge and miserable war of silence for several days at the end of January, ( Read more... )

...is beautiful. I like snow. My knees would surely give me guff, but I'd love nothing more than to go out and play in it right now. And then come back inside to cocoa and cookies---or more my fashion hot cider and warm spicy gingerbread with a big blob of Irish whiskey spiked whipped cream.

( Santa Claus Lane )

Life just keeps getting better and better.

And that's about as much as I can stand of talking about life lately.

Morning sex, pancakes, sunshine and Radio-Free Slambovia. Now that's what I call a holiday.

Happy 4th to one and all!

Okay. Time to get back to that sex part.

I don't care if I do waste half the day here at the library. It is my day off, afterall. So on with the bullets.

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  The verdict on my computer, well, it just sucks. That's pretty much the gist of it. Apparently my motherboard is an "end of life" motherboard that is not available anymore, and there isn't a suitable substitute so--------defective ( Read more... )

 I could have been really morose and depressed this weekend. The mister is oncall. My computer is dying. Money is non existent, and the weather was supposed to suck (so we've been playing the snow removal waiting game since midnight). I'm dealing with the emotional flotsam and jetsam involved with watching someone I love but can never be with ( Read more... )

Here I thought I was going to be so darned smart. Since 1)   there's only me and Mr. Man for Thanksgiving this year (unless unexpected lovelies show up on our unsuspecting but welcoming doorstep---yes, go ahead and read that as begging, if you wish) and 2) I don't want to totally blow all my hard work (or work several times harder because I did ( Read more... )

Really. Hiding out in a little cave in a little burg called West Bloomfield, but still on the planet.

Life is extremely stressful, and writing is not proving to be an outlet. As a matter of fact, writing has less interest for me right now than it has at any time since I started my LJ. Honest to Odin, I'm finding more interest in needlework than ( Read more... )

Okay. Here's what kept me busy all of yesterday afternoon. I know it doesn't look like it should have taken that long, but I've never done photo weaving before. The one that made it onto the card is the second attempt. The first attempt, woven of 1/2" strips didn't work well. There was too much detail in the photo. The time put into the weaving cut ( Read more... )