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[02 november 2003|08:23pm]
[ mood | happy ]

Happy birthday, Carol!!

Love you, sweetie, have a great birthday and a great year, hon.

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[23 july 2002|10:37pm]
[ mood | curious ]

So, did Vince bring the Kliq back together just to fuck them? You've gotta wonder.

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[13 july 2002|02:32pm]
[ mood | peaceful ]

Sleepy, giddy, etc. I went shopping with Mom today on two hours sleep, which is usually entertaining. I laid down at a decent hour last night, but Eric didn't get in til after four, and I was worried and sitting up by then.

Had a nice afternoon with Mom, though, and I got new clothes! Cool, summerish stuff and new pjs, which I love more than anything.

So now, everyone in the house except me is asleep, and it's nice. Peaceful. Think I'll go nap now.

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[12 july 2002|11:45pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Just got home *grin* T and I went to see Halloween Resurrection tonight, and it kicked ass. I was afraid it'd suck, but no. Busta Rhymes made it. We had a good crowd, too, laughing and screaming and jumping. It was the first time since she got married that we went out, just us, and it was very needed by both of us. In short, movie rocked, we had a blast, and I've had too much coffee.

OH! And good news this afternoon, too. I still haven't gotten my test scores back, but I did get a letter of inquiry from the college today, to see if I'm available for a clerk position. Starting pay's not bad, there are benefits, I'm calling Monday.

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[08 july 2002|11:39am]
[ mood | good ]

Must go out today. Oh, so don't want to. The actual temp yesterday was 97, with a heat index of 107. It's too damn hot to leave the house. But, I need to go pick up Connor's sandals from my aunt's office, since I left them at mom and dad's, and she has a couple of books for me. And books will always lure me out of the house. And I have to go to Wal-Mart.

Eric got a promotion and is back to working nights now. Told mom today, which is actually the only thing that I've really been dreading lately. Yeah, the promotion's good, but to tell about that, I had to explain about him switching jobs again, and I'm sick of doing that. It gets old pretty quick. I'm two weeks late on getting my test results back, so I have to track down a number today and see if I can find out if they lost them or are behind or what. Really, really am going to be pissed if I have to fill out that fucking app and take the test again.

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[07 july 2002|07:34pm]
[ mood | ditzy ]

I've had a weird day. Not bad or anything, just weird. Going to mom and dad's early in the weekend and not on Sunday gets me confused. I've thought it was Monday all day today. And then Connor didn't nap til late, and I fell asleep, but it was odd sleep. Like, I felt like I slept for a very long time, even though it was kind of fitful and I kept waking up with weird thoughts.

I'm debating on staying up to catch Jerry on Rockline tonight. Ehhhhhh... I'll end up enjoying it if I do, but I kind of had a date with some horror movies tonight. And I know that someone will have it transcribed somewhere soon enough anyway. I'm not sure which will win tonight, my love for Jerry of my love for Michael Myers.

Damn, that was all pointless.

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[28 june 2002|03:17pm]
Eric got home, so we're taking Connor to his first movie this afternoon! Uhm, wish us luck *laugh*

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[22 may 2002|12:10am]
[ mood | tired ]

So.

Buffy.

I fucking loved it. Every bit, every minute. Yes, I was probably the only person in the world cheering Willow on, but that's me. For that moment when she was kicking ass, she was every high school loser in the world screaming "Fuck you!" and I ate it up.

Connor wouldn't sleep so I missed all but the last five minutes of Smallville and, from what I did see, I'm sorry I missed the rest of it.

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[16 may 2002|12:44pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

The airconditioner people just left. Before they came, the air worked fine. They showed up to do their yearly check, left, and now the goddamn thing isn't cooling.

I am really very pissed off.

It's too fucking hot here for this shit.

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[05 may 2002|10:49pm]
[ mood | fucking giddy ]

On crack.

Yes.

That's all.

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[04 may 2002|01:05am]
[ mood | dorky ]

Does anyone out there remember the name of the second roommate on Three's Company? Chrissy's cousin? I'm remembering Janet and Chrissy and Teri, but the second one's just not in my head anymore.

The length of time that this has been bugging me for is really ridiculous, and I have no doubt that I'll remember as soon as I upload this.

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[02 may 2002|07:00pm]
[ mood | loved ]

Lunch today was Chuck E. Cheese, Connor's first trip when old enough to have fun. And he did that. He was in love with the lights and the robot band, to the point that I had to feed him because he kept forgetting to pick up his pizza himself. He kept pointing and squealing and 'Ooooooooooh, Mamamamamama, Dadadadadada, looklooklook!'

Bonus is that he's exhausted now, which corresponds with my own plans for an early bedtime. Like, 8:30. Which means I'll probably be up at four, but that's okay. I've gotten adjusted to my body being really fucking bizarre about sleep lately.

And Carol! It got here today! *squeal* That's the cutest bear I've ever seen, and he's sitting on my windowsill. And I love his nose *hugs* Thank you so much, sweetheart.

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[24 april 2002|10:41am]
[ mood | calm ]

I had several conversations last night. With people that I talk to every night and with people that I don’t talk to often enough. I got something wonderful from each. Thanks to everyone who let me laugh, cry, babble and listen last night and this morning.

And now, since three hours of sleep just don’t cancel out twenty-three hours of awake, I’m going to go take a nap.

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[11 april 2002|01:44pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]

Well, my boys two today. In the last year, Ive watched him walk and laugh and play and cry and be an angel and a terror and its always been absolutely wonderful. With no doubt in my mind, hes the best thing thats ever happened to me, the best thing Ive ever done.

Happy birthday, Connor Anthony. Youre my light.

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[19 january 2002|11:45pm]
[ mood | scared ]

And it just got creepier. I wish Eric would get home now.

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[14 january 2002|10:24pm]
[ mood | amused ]

About this.

Only community you were a member of was suggestions, Kris. Are they real touchy-feely over there? I might have to go join in the orgy.

Also, yes, I do read your journal now and then. Just to have that clear. I've never said I didn't. I don't think any of us have said that, but I might be wrong. One more time, just for the record. Kris, I read your journal sometimes. Yes, I do. I was actually pointed to this entry through a link, but sometimes, all on my very own, I go look at your journal. I think that's three times I've said it now. Was one clear enough to confirm those suspicions? You're the one that denies reading our journals, then comments on them, all the while denying that you ever read.

Anything else?

I'm so proud of you! You didn't delete my comment! *feels all special*

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[31 december 2001|09:56pm]
[ mood | thudded ]

So watching Joe Perry and Steven Tyler share a mic, and many meaningful looks, is just bad for my poor little brain.

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[30 december 2001|11:50pm]
[ mood | amused ]

So being referred to as a 'nosey bitch' has a lot less oomph when it's coming, misspelled, from a boot-licking lackey who has her own history of nosiness.

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[28 december 2001|05:21pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Site has been moved here.

I don't actually think that this will be any better, but it made me feel better.

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[12 december 2001|09:51pm]
If you're someone I don't usually talk to, and you can read this, and you just tried to IM me, I shrank a window and accidentally closed your message before I saw the name. Try again, and I'll catch it this time, promise!

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[11 december 2001|05:02pm]
[ mood | silly ]

I have pretty, shiny red nails. It's been a long damn time since I painted them. They keep catching my eyes as I talk, and causing stupid typos.

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[10 december 2001|10:46pm]
[ mood | cold ]

Had a bit of a nap, watched a movie, feel a bit better. Alert, at least. It's a plus, really *g*

I'll be glad when this year's over. January makes things feel new, and I'd like a bit of that now.

So, yeah. Think I'll be useless for a while.

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[08 december 2001|11:14pm]
[ mood | hyper ]

Yeah, I've lost it. Utterly insane tonight, that's me.

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[07 december 2001|11:09am]
[ mood | bouncy ]

My computer is doing weird things. Like occasionally telling me that Windows isn't installed and can't be installed, that it can't find certain slave drivers, that it needs fifty thousand in unmarked bills by tomorrow to keep working for me... you know, the usual.

So, if I appear to drop off the face of the earth... well, you know what happened.

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[05 december 2001|10:51am]
[ mood | geeky ]

Am awake. And alert. And don't feel like shit. Can move without my head hurting. Am not cloudy, or overly pissy, or blatantly homicidal.

Cool.

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[04 december 2001|05:12pm]
[ mood | pissed off ]

Really, really cute? During the brief span of time between when Eric took the money for rent from the bank and when I put money in today to pay bills, three checks went through. Leaving us overdrawn.

And I kept track of every fucking penny! Damn Wal-Mart for taking two fucking weeks to run checks through!

I am going to tear up the check book. Same with the ATM card. I am then going to shove money under my mattress, and do bills with money orders. That way, this shit won't happen.

Less than a five hour window, and those checks had to come back through then. The mind boggles.

I have a headache.

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[01 december 2001|11:27pm]
[ mood | aggravated ]

No offense to Creed fans in that last post, I'm just way sick of hearing that song every time I flick a radio on.

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[01 december 2001|11:25pm]
[ mood | annoyed ]

If I hear this fucking song one more time, I'll be driven to violence, I swear! Good god, play something else!

*drags out cd's*

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[01 december 2001|11:21pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

AiC fan fic. Go, join, be merry *g*

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[01 december 2001|10:10pm]
[ mood | in pain ]

Fucking. Corkscrews.

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[01 december 2001|08:46pm]
[ mood | curious ]

I'm just curious as to wether or not there are enough people interested in Alice in Chains fic to warrant a list for it. Slash, gen, or het; readers, writers, or lurkers. Let me know!

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[01 december 2001|10:44am]
[ mood | amused ]

This is too good.

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[01 december 2001|01:17am]
[ mood | freaked out ]

Freaky. Very freaky.

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[29 november 2001|08:16pm]
[ mood | sick ]

Am sick and crappy. Am going to curl under a blanket and shiver now, and make my husband wait on me.

G'night.

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[26 november 2001|09:41pm]
[ mood | awake ]

*boggles as AIM starts without a hitch, then beats LJ client for not being as kind*

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[25 november 2001|08:54pm]
[ mood | busy ]

Having a hard time naming the dog. Donna was calling him Sam, but it doesn't really fit him and he's not particularly inclined to answer to it, so it's not too late to rename him. However, nothing else is particularly sticking, either.

He adores Eric, so it looks like he's staying!

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[25 november 2001|06:54pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

We tried to go see Harry Potter Thurs. afternoon, but it was sold out 'til seven, and we couldn't wait around.

Dammit.

I did, however, make Eric buy me the card game *hangs head in shame* It's a lot like Magic.

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[25 november 2001|06:53pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Toddler and dog are playing hide-n-seek around the corner of the bar. Yeah, it's cute *grin*

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[25 november 2001|06:36pm]
[ mood | bouncy ]

Family's all gone, and y'know what? I think this was the best instance of family togetherness that I can remember us having, ever. My mother and aunt and I were loud and rambunctious, Mom didn't have to work too hard so she wasn't tired and cranky, and Connor was just charming. My mother made an actual effort with me this time, and didn't get all awkward when I did the same, and it was... nice.

Yeah, nice.

So, good holiday. Glad to be home.

In otherness, I appear to have acquired myself a doggie. He's just adorable, and already housebroken, and I'm very pleased. See, this man in my aunt's neighborhood got himself a girlfriend with a couple of kids, and he just put this dog out in the street. My aunt took him in, and then one of her female dogs went into heat (she has three.) So she called me today and asked if I could keep him for a few days while she decided to either get him fixed and keep him (which is what she really wanted to do) or find a friend to keep him. Read: She wanted to get him in my house long enough for us to fall in love with him so she'll know he has a good home. Mission has been accomplished.

He's so cute! He's red and fuzzy and all sweet. He and Connor like each other, so I'm keeping him. I live in a fairly isolated area near an interstate and a train track, and Eric works late nights a *lot*, so I like the thought of having something that'll bark around.

Other than Eric, of course ; )

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[22 november 2001|12:13am]
[ mood | exhausted ]

Okay. I'm operating under the delusion that I can go to bed now, get up in seven hours and finish all that I've not finished yet. I'll bounce out of bed, ready to vaccum and finish the clothes and do the dessert! I'll then clean the dishes used to for that, bathe the boy and myself, get my husband moving, and just generally pull everything together, so that we're ready to go out the door at the time I've specified.

Yeah. At least I admit I'm delusional.

What's really going to happen is that I'm going to oversleep by at least an hour, spend the morning kicking shit (most likely breaking a toe in the process) and drag out the door fifteen minutes later than I'd planned, to spend the day with my mother.

Dessertless.

Okay, I have to do that before I go to bed. And yet, I can't seem to move from where I am. Comfy chair. And that damn recliner's calling me, too.

Um, thinking I might be punchy...

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[21 november 2001|10:50pm]
[ mood | relaxed ]

It smells nasty, it tastes nasty, and it feels nasty.

Thankfully, I'm done with the slimy stuff now.

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[21 november 2001|08:04pm]
[ mood | harassed ]

- Cook casserole.
- Make layer dessert.
- Wash, hang and iron about four loads of clothes.
- Pack.
- Wash dishes.
- Dry them and put them away.
- Clean house.

Did you know that one 19 month old child has all the destructive power of a small hurricane?

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[21 november 2001|11:11am]
[ mood | sleepy ]

I prolly won't be around tonight. I'm sleepy,and I have to cook my parts of Thanksgiving dinner. I know I won't be around tomorrow night, as mother and stepfather the current are going to be in town, and Connor's presence is requested.

Eric and I are going to try to sneak away and see Harry Potter.

Have a nice holiday, everyone!

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[21 november 2001|12:47am]
[ mood | depressed ]

I'm such a fucking masochist.

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[20 november 2001|11:48pm]
[ mood | nervous ]

I hate the first post to a new list.

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[20 november 2001|10:25pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

Narcissus in ChainsCollapse )

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[20 november 2001|10:39am]
Happy birthday, Sorcha!!

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[20 november 2001|02:03am]
[ mood | hopeful ]

See, I lost all my favorites when I moved, and I can't remember the long sequence of 'follow the link' that led me to the site I'm looking for now. I remember that it was called 'An Oz-fueled site,' and it had a most kick-ass Oz/Faith fic, after they've both left Sunnydale. Anyone else know what the fuck I'm rambling about?

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[19 november 2001|11:16pm]
[ mood | accomplished ]

I'm systematically corrupting my entire childhood.

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[19 november 2001|04:42pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Okay, so I ignored the chair, no thanks to you guys.

However, I managed to wash Eric's wallet in the laundry, so perhaps I should've just napped.

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