August 14, 2006
T-Minus Two Days
Some days you feel like a nut. Some days you don’t. And some days you don’t feel like posting at all.
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August 11, 2006
Less is More
Kay from Parents as Teachers came by last night, and as usual our little genius impressed her. Zozo’s progressing just fine, doing everything she’s supposed to at this age, which is reassuring to her parents who have no formal training in raising a child, only 8 years experience in keeping two cats alive and relatively happy. We think they’re happy. They’re fat and they purr a lot, which I think is kitty-speak for “We’re happy.”
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August 10, 2006
Soooo Taguchi!
Had a little happy hour with some folks from work last night…very fun. Wish it could’ve lasted a bit longer, as I don’t get out to happy hours much any more, but I’m glad I got what I got. Came home and finished printing the invites, which went blissfully smooth, thankfully. This morning, though, I decided that the 11 from the end of the last print cartridge have too many lines in them and that I should reprint those. So that’s what I’m doing right now. Reprinting.
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August 9, 2006
Not much. You?
Tra la la…la la. Nothing much to write, really, but I always post something in the morning lest my dear sister check fifteen million times and there be nothing to read. Trust me…I’d hear about it.
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August 9, 2006
Egad! My heads are clogged!
I hate it when my print heads are clogged. Hate it. And this time it appears I did it to myself.
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August 8, 2006
This just in…
Someone sent me an e-mail with this, and I rather like it, so I’m sharing it with you:
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August 8, 2006
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
Going through some old photographs last night (part of the cleaning-up-the-basement project) and it hit me all over again how fast time goes. We all look different now. I found photos of me and M back when we were first dating. Here I thought he pretty much looked the same all these years, but nope, he’s aging right along with me. I was a lot thinner then, too, and I remember worrying about my weight back then. Some things never change. Now I’d kill to get back into those faded jeans.
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August 7, 2006
When in doubt, unplug it
Some mornings, it just doesn’t behoove you to get out of bed. Like this morning, for instance.
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August 7, 2006
Running the Bases
Today started at 7 a.m. and is just now winding down. After mass, we packed up and headed to Busch Stadium. All three of us. For the very first time. That’s right: today was Zozo’s first Cardinals game.
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August 5, 2006
Be the change
Per the comment posted to my last entry: Martino! Finally! So I was all anxious to read your new blog, only to realize that you didn’t really write anything so much as fill out a giant survey that asked questions that I already know the answer to. You have one entry posted. One. C’mon, son, you’re gonna have to do better than that. Anyway, I’ve updated your link and added a couple others. I know, I know. It’s a shock that I do, indeed, have friends. One last request to Marty The Party (which is such a frat boy name): can you please archive your posts from Hanging By a Belief somewhere on your new blog? Because they are really good and I like ’em and don’t want to see them banished to a cyber wasteland.
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