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omnia_mutanturLight's supersekrit thing might have gone well. We won't be sure for a while.
It's an at-home weekend, with the exception of another round at the dentist. I'm pleased by the prospect of the athomeness and as per usual, near-panicky about the dentistness.
I turn thirty one in a couple weeks. So far, the first year of my thirties rocked pretty hard. I have yet to get a dog or curtains, but I'm married and I have a kitchenaid mixer.
Mech's ticket lands him in Australia on the 20th. I need to find someplace to get a passport picture. I'm trying not to freak out. He'll be fine.
I don't think I actually like/appreciate the poem that it is the last line of, but "Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear" sticks in my mind.
I can't write in here anymore. I'm not sure why, exactly. It might be the wellbutrin, it might be paranoia, it might be something else entirely. I imagine it'll pass, either some sort of crisis prompting me to break through selfimposed restrictions, or I get over myself, or yet another something else entirely.
I asked Light if he thought the meds were helping, or if we just weren't talking about moving much. He posited the way in which the meds are helping is that we're not talking about moving so much. It will happen, or not, and I will make it through, no matter what. Any more exposition than that and I start to go to bad places, but at the moment I have enough distance/control that I can table the issue until when it really happens. I've girded my loins as best they can be girded, anything else is just picking at scabs.
I'm doing some simple cross-stitch patterns and absolutely loving them. If anyone would like a wedding/baby/etc tacky cross-stitch, I'm your woman.
I've named my cook for the cure pink kitchenaid mixer Priscilla. I intend to inaugurate Priscilla this weekend, though I'm not entirely sure with what recipe.
I wish to improve my handwriting. I'm not yet certain how to begin this project.
It's an at-home weekend, with the exception of another round at the dentist. I'm pleased by the prospect of the athomeness and as per usual, near-panicky about the dentistness.
I turn thirty one in a couple weeks. So far, the first year of my thirties rocked pretty hard. I have yet to get a dog or curtains, but I'm married and I have a kitchenaid mixer.
Mech's ticket lands him in Australia on the 20th. I need to find someplace to get a passport picture. I'm trying not to freak out. He'll be fine.
I don't think I actually like/appreciate the poem that it is the last line of, but "Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear" sticks in my mind.
I can't write in here anymore. I'm not sure why, exactly. It might be the wellbutrin, it might be paranoia, it might be something else entirely. I imagine it'll pass, either some sort of crisis prompting me to break through selfimposed restrictions, or I get over myself, or yet another something else entirely.
I asked Light if he thought the meds were helping, or if we just weren't talking about moving much. He posited the way in which the meds are helping is that we're not talking about moving so much. It will happen, or not, and I will make it through, no matter what. Any more exposition than that and I start to go to bad places, but at the moment I have enough distance/control that I can table the issue until when it really happens. I've girded my loins as best they can be girded, anything else is just picking at scabs.
I'm doing some simple cross-stitch patterns and absolutely loving them. If anyone would like a wedding/baby/etc tacky cross-stitch, I'm your woman.
I've named my cook for the cure pink kitchenaid mixer Priscilla. I intend to inaugurate Priscilla this weekend, though I'm not entirely sure with what recipe.
I wish to improve my handwriting. I'm not yet certain how to begin this project.
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Date: 2007-01-05 10:38 pm (UTC)WEEKEND!!! squeee!
Date: 2007-01-05 10:43 pm (UTC)Is this a supersekrit thing for you, him, or both of you?
for the impending panicky dentist feelings. Take out and use as needed. No limit to hourly dosage.
Happy Almost Birthday!!! What's the exact day again?
If the Happy Valley Wal-Mart has a photo studio, they can do passport pictures for you. They're pretty cheap too.
I don't know that poem... but I like the line you quote. It's angsty, but in a really pretty way.
Just so long as you can still write somewhere, it's all good... right?
A little distance is a good thing. Being able to do all the rest on your own is even better.
Do you have a picture of said girded loins? Because now I just can't help but imagining you in a satiny corset and sexy-slinky long skirt....
I would love a tacky cross-stitch something from you! We can trade! I'll do one for you too!
I think that you should make challah because fresh bread is fun to make and makes the house smell amazing. And because challah french toast after it's gone ever so slightly stale is a really happy thing!
Purchase a Calligraphy kit. Then splurge on some really yummy pens and nibs. It's fun, improves all the rest of your handwriting, and looks really spiffy!
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Date: 2007-01-06 03:26 am (UTC)To make in Pricilla...brownies or cake. I found that cake comes out really nice and fluffy when mixed in the mixer. :)
aaahh to be 31 again...
Date: 2007-01-08 02:32 pm (UTC)You will enjoy 31 and what it has to offer, because you will remember and learn from your past :)
Did you have a good new year? I would love to have you guys up soon!
Re: aaahh to be 31 again...
Date: 2007-01-08 11:41 pm (UTC)we would love to come visit. or have you come visit. when's good?
Re: aaahh to be 31 again...
Date: 2007-01-09 01:30 pm (UTC)Me