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Friday, December 20, 2002

Exploding Kerry ** I am SO full, I think I might explode. P.F. Chang's is evil.

Thursday, December 19, 2002

Barney ** Can't stand George Dubbya, but if you know me at ALL, you know that. Now, his dog, on the other hand. Well. His dog can't help it if he's owned by a doofus. Barney the Scottish Terrier is painfully cute. I found a news story today about some new recorded web cam where you can watch him. I can't get in at work though. But that picture on the second link, where you click to watch the cam? That looks EXACTLY like Princess. And that's the look she gives us nearly all day, every day, most specifically when she has dropped a toy at our feet and we haven't thrown it quickly enough.

Tuesday, December 17, 2002

Value ** Apparently, I'm worth $1,988,752.00. Imagine that. How much are you worth?

A legacy of aggression ** I was a moderately nervous person before. But now? Since our wedding day, now I worry more about Joe's safety. And since that positive pregnancy test, I'm a basket-case some days about this baby's safety. And stories like this 59-year-old grandmother's random killing in a fairly nice area of town, at a stoplight, make me want to hide in a closet for the rest of my life. Coupled with our impending war and the fact that everyone in the world hates us (and therefore, me, by association)... Well it just doesn't make for contented living. I grant, Americans are awfully good at willed ambivalence. That could one day be our downfall. But I don't like it. And I've decided I need to be more vocal about it. Furthermore, my mother has decided she's had enough of the world her granddaughter is going to be coming into. She's marching on January 18th in San Francisco, concurrently with the bigger march in Washington D.C. I don't think it would be safe in my condition to join her, but I haven't wanted to do something so much in so long. Go, mom. Make us proud.

Pissing ** It's pissing outside, ever so gently. Granted, to get here, I drove through pouring rain which is another story entirely. But I quite like the pissing part. Not very Phoenix-like. This U.S. West Coast storm has finally led its way into our neck of the woods. Good thing considering we normally receive just under 8 inches of rain a year (I know, I know, it's a desert, remember?) and so far, we've had well under 3 inches. They're getting snow up north too, so hopefully the ski resorts will be able to open for more than 4 days this year.

Anyway, I didn't write yesterday because work was so darned busy, but good. Cirque du Soleil's Dralion, while nice, was a bit of a disappointment. An expensive one. It was nice, don't get me wrong. But I think maybe we're spoiled now. We saw La Nouba in Orlando, and both of us left with our jaws scraping the ground, we were in such awe. When this ended, we immediately concurred that it was at least 50% less impressive. There just weren't any moments when I caught my breath or really got swept up in the magic of it. Maybe it's the touring-show/tent ambience that had some of the blame. Who knows? I'm not sorry we went at all, and neither is Joe. It was a nice way to spend a Saturday night. And we went to Havana Cafe and had a heavenly dinner beforehand, which was worth the whole effort anyway.

I also saw Ember, and was happy to see that she's generally doing well. Divorces are hard, even ones that start amicable, and I have to remember to be around more for her, and for me. I haven't seen her in many weeks, months even. It's easy to get swept up in my day-to-day life and my general hermit-like pregnancy attitude. Actually, I LIKE my hermit-like pregnancy attitude, so nothing will probably change. But at least I know how she's doing right now, and I'm happy with that.