It’s been snowing buckets up here, which means it is much, much warmer.

Yay!

We can now go out without fear of our feat turning into blocks of ice if we take more than three steps from the door.

Three fourths of the household kitties on one chair! This doesn’t happen very often.

But this is happening more and more frequently when they are in reach. Poor meowers.

Accustomed to traveling with only a garment bag and his violin, Kremer also had a large suitcase with him, because he will be heading off for that Asian tour from Baltimore.

Waiting at the station was Jeremy Rothman, the BSO’s associate artistic administrator. “I saw he had only two bags with him,” Rothman said, “so I asked, ‘Is this everything?’ And I could see his face suddenly change.”

The train was winding toward Washington by then, with the unguarded cargo — a blue cloth case containing a Guarneri del Gesu violin, dated 1730, estimated value $3 million.

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And to think that I used to live in absolute terror of leaving my violin on the school bus. It was worth maybe four hundred.

I mean really, really, really cold.

We just ran out for a short bit earlier to pick up library books, and I swear that two minutes longer and the little skin I had exposed would have frozen and cracked.

I touched the metal latch on the storm door with my bare fingers on the way back in. Oops and big ouch. I thought I would lose some skin for sure.

It’s -29 F or -43 C, which means it is probably down around minus forty when you factor in wind chill.

It’s been a looooong while since I’ve done one of these.

1. …song? Song? What’s that? Do I even listen to music anymore? Um.. “Twinkle Twinkle Litle Star?” I seem to be singing that a lot lately, anyway.

Really? Probably “Konstantine” by Something Corporate.

2. …food? Pizza pops. Isn’t that disgusting? Or really sweet strawberries straight from the garden, which is much better, but I can hardly ever get those. Umm.. that I actually have on a regular basis.. there is this salad I make with lemon-tahini dressing that I am addicted to and eat tons of whenever I get around to making the dressing. Must make more salad and dressing. Must eat healthy.

3. …tv show? It was Buffy, but that ended. My second favorite was The West Wing, so that should be taking over as favorite now, but it kind of sucks this year without Aaron Sorkin. I guess I don’t realy have one.

4. …scent? Vanilla.

5. …quote? to be added soon.. must find the book first, and Munchkin just woke up.

I wonder if they have some sort of duct tape like looking thing that isn’t actually very sticky to put over the actor’s mouth when they are filming kidnapping scenes.

‘Cause if it is real duct tape and you figure how many different takes they usually do of each scene.. that’s got to hurt coming off.

Who the heck would use one of these to feed their kid?

It’s triggering some vague memory of a strange movie.. but I just can’t remember what it was.

From one of the funnier ebay auctions I’ve been told I had to see:

However, when I got up that next morning I was shocked at my discovery. Nothing had prepared me for what I was about to see.
My cats hadn’t caused the disturbance that night, they had witnessed it.
A dreadful double murder had taken place.

Hanging in the computer room, where I left her that night, was my new Goth doll. And in her delicate right hand she was holding a a dead Gaggedy Bland doll from a noose in their hands!

Get the full story on the auction page here. The pictures are great.

Him: Honey?
Me (from upstairs): What?
Him (a little louder): Honey?
Me (walking down the stairs): WHAT?
Him (standing on the mat at the back door with muddy shoes): Could you get me my hat?
Me: Where is it?
Him: On the shelf by the door where it always is.
Me: Oh. Here.
Him: That’s not my hat.
Me (staring blankly at hat in hand): Huh?
Him: That is your hat.

Note: our hats look absolutely nothing alike.

This is why I don’t drive when extremely tired.

I’ll admit that I haven’t watched the vido. I can’t bring myself to do so after reading the transcipt below it. Can you?

Many of the comments people have sent in that are listed below are just as disturbing.
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The plan for today was to head for the health center to weight the Munchkin girl on their scale, hit the library, and finally the grocery store.

That was the plan.

I almost made it to. I got myself dressed in my last sort of clean pair of pants - the only other pair that fits (I still have some excess baby weight to lose) was lsot to the laundry yesterday when I leaned against the muddy back of the car while trying to put the stroller in. I got The Munchkin dressed in her last clean outfit. I even got so far as to get the diaper bag packed and ran out to start the car. Then she seemed a little hungry, so I sat down to nurse her for a couple of minutes while the car warmed up.

My mistake had already been made, and I was about to be hit with the results.

When changing my little girl fifteen minues previously or so, I had spotted the half package of disposable diapers left over from when we were travelling.

“Aha,” I said. “I will put her in one of those things, since we have them anyway, and that will enable me to get a more accurate idea of her true weight as they weight far less than these bulky cloth things.”

And so was my udoing.

You see, as I sat there in my chair with Little Girl “going nurse nurse,” I felt a suspicious warmth across my lap. I hurredly picked the little girl up and confirmed my suspicions.

And so went my last pair of clean-enough-to-wear pants.

I hadn’t gotten the darn disposable on tight enough or it was twisted or something. Whatever the case, it leaked all over.

I had been well and truly peed upon.

I feel the need to quote Dr. Scott from this entry because he says it so wonderfully.

I used to feel a twinge of jealousy realizing that I would take second place in Amy’s heart to our baby. Years ago, I had asked her the question, “If both I and our hypothetical baby were falling off a cliff, and you could only save one, which one would you save?”

She would say, “The baby.” To which I would say, with cold-blooded surprise and logic, “Why? We could always make another baby.”

Only after having our baby, do I understand the true answer to that question. Sure you could make another baby, but you will never make THAT baby again. And that baby already includes the best part of you.

Flannery O’Connor wrote your book. Not much escapes
your notice.

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Perhaps I should read her work now.. I have no idea what sort of stuff she writes.

So she is sick after all. Nothing too bad; just a constantly stuffed up nose. I’ve checked her temperature about a zillion times and no fever yet fortunately.

Also adding on to the stress of this week, our drier is still broken. We couldn’t take care of it before we went to visit the inlaws because we were getting ready to leave when we discovered the problem. We let management know about it just as soon as we got back (we have to use the crappy one supplied with the rentals here because ours is electric and there is only connections for gas). Yesterday the maintenance guy came out and said it needed a new part so the appliance guy would have to take care of it. The appliance guy was supposed to come out today, but nary a sign of him. I’ll have to call again tomorrow.

In the meantime, Little Girl is in disposables and we are all out of clothes . If this doesn’t get taken care of tomorrow, I fear that we will be forced to make a trip to the laundromat. I hate laundromats.

I guess she isn’t sick after all, thank goodness.

She still sounded a bit stuffed up this morning, but it went away quickly after she got up, and she’s been fine ever since.

I’m so relieved.

I’m a little worried that Little Girl might be getting sick. She’s just sounded a little stuffed up today.

I hope it’s just from the long drive and the mix of breathing very cold air one minute and nice warm air from having the car heat up all the way the next.

I’m not ready for her to have her first cold.

I’m exhausted. I could fall into bed right now and be out like a light, I bet.

Unfortunately, I won’t get a chance to test that theory. Little Girl slept most of the looooong car ride back, so I doubt I’ll be able to get her down before three or four in the morning though.

Oh well. In all the trip went a lot better than I expected it to, but I do have my little complaints. Those stories will have to wait for another day though.

For now, I’m off to try and have a quick shower. Let’s hope it wakes me up a little.

We’re heading off to visit the inlaws for a long weekend.

We’re taking a huge garbage bag of wet laundry with us. I was trying to wash Little Girl’s clothes before we left, but our dryer is blowing cold hair.

It’s always something.

Last night around midnight I lay in bed feeding Little Girl when I heard all these bangs coming from outside.

It took me a minute to figure out that they were fireworks.

Then it took me another minute to remember why fireworks would be going of at that time.

Happy new year, everyone. May this one bring peace.