Well, this is strange. I may or may not have told y'all about the guy that I met in D.C. a few years back when I went there on a school trip adding me to his yahoo messenger contacts list. He added me a few months ago, on one of those add all messenger contacts to your list thing automatically done by yahoo, and we've never talked or anything on messenger. I'm sitting here at my computer and I get this pop up messenger conversation from [name]. So there are two contacts on my yahoo messenger list that I know are named that name so I had to double check which one it was and it's the one from D.C. all those years ago. The start of the conversation was awkward a little. Then he says "I'm trying to remember where we met or I got your sn from?" So I told him and I'm not sure he remembers who exactly I am but it doesn't matter. That chapter of my life quickly closed all those years ago.
This has been a funny moment from the life of Paints.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
We went to a wildlife preserve to take a sleigh ride through a herd of elk today. (It's what my brother and sister-in-law wanted to do to celebrate my nephew's birthday.) Here are some pictures I took. (Kate will especially enjoy them, I think.)
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
I cried, "Oh, Lady Midnight, I fear that you grow old, the stars eat your body and the wind makes you cold." "If we cry now," she said, "it will just be ignored."
OK, Single's Awareness Day is tomorrow. Last Friday, my roommate and I were bored, we'd gone out to dinner (Chili's has some absolutely delicious new hamburgers) and we decided to decorate for the occasion.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
The Chinese take-out boxes on the tablescape are filled with conversation hearts. Only we kind of went to town with a hammer on them. That was fun. The writing on the table covering says many things. Among them:
"Love me not!"
"Happy Not Single Awareness Day"
"No e-mail"
Etc.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.
This week is turning into one of the longest ever. My sister-in-law's surgery went well. The cancer turned out to be non-invasive, which is a good thing. She'll now likely have to undergo radiation treatment because not all of the cancerous tissue could be removed during the mastectomy. She'll have her reconstruction surgery later this summer and then hopefully we'll be done with cancer treatments. She and my nephew are staying here with us and he's into everything. Busy little boy and there's never a moment to rest it seems like. He learned to say the word "no" this week, too.
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I feel like I just found out that my favorite love song was written about a sandwich.