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:: Monday, October 17, 2005 ::

Samantha: “But you! How are YOU doing?”
“Yes, no, maybe, I don’t know, can you repeat the question?” (They Might Be Giants)

I think the melancholy side of me that used to create such introspective posts (oh, about 75 years ago) jumped out of a window somewhere along the way. Wonderful things like husbands and babies will do that to you.
Does it say something about the state of your life when all you can think to describe yourself is what you’ve been doing? The words “pondering,” “thinking,” and “sitting still” aren’t part of my current vocabulary. To be fair, it’s not really because of my girl. I do spend time with her (usually resulting in me feeling 20 years younger… joy joy!), but just between you and me, she’s quite the little sleepoholic. I guess with working, looking for different work, cleaning, familyizing, and chilling with friends, I don’t usually sit down and ask how I’m doing. Maybe I should.
I am happy though – so happy. Thanks for asking!

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:: Bethany Bassett - 3:26 PM :: + ::
:: Wednesday, October 12, 2005 ::
"Beverly Hills - That's where I want to be!" (Weezer)

[1] We've moved in but are still deplorably far from being Moved In. Well, not deplorably, I guess... The unpacking that's left is all the little things we never really had places for in our apartment and probably won't here either. Maybe I'll just put those boxes in the basement, and if I don't end up needing anything out of them for the next year, I will cheerfully throw them out without even opening them. Good solution?

[2] I love my daughter. She makes each day so terrifically fun! I can't believe how fast she's growing... From 0 to 60 in only two months (from basically a lump to a crawling, sitting, standing, climbing, eating, biting, laughing little girl)! Oh, and of course, if we leave her on the floor with fifteen of her most colorful toys and one piece of paper, she will most definitely choose the paper.







[3] You need funny quotes. Yes, you do.
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Sign I saw above an out-of-order condom dispenser at Toys-R-Us: "We're sorry for any inconvenience. Please visit the Service Desk to meet your needs."
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My husband: "My hair is cutting off my nose to spite my face."
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Radio DJ (just as I turned on the radio): "For more info, talk to somebody at a location near you." No kidding!
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Sunday bulletin at a church I visited:
"HEARING THE GOOD NEWS: John 1:29-34
SONG OF RESPONSE: From Depths of Woe"

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