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I thought I’d throw my blog in the fray too!  Just like Greg!

Let’s see…about halfway through the speech right now.  The girls have laughed at me for spontaneously crying about seven times now.  

“On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.”  

(am I supposed to be posting every time I type?  I’m…confused.)

THANK GOD for eloquence.

Oh, the orchestra bit with YoYo Ma totally took me back to sixth grade music class.  ’tis a gift, indeed.

For the record, I do NOT sieze doodie gladly.  I KID!  I KID!

so many people…jeez…

Wow W does NOT look impressed.  Okay now, bye-bye, your relevancy is quickly diminishing.

These people are speaking in front of more than two million people AND THEY DON’T EVEN SEEM NERVOUS.  Oh wait…wooden spoons on oil drum lady is maybe a bit stilted.  But STILL!

Oh no, ABC, get your video/audio feeds matched up…there you go.

…well, that didn’t last long.  I have to take Taylor to tennis.  

Oh. Oh gosh.  No disrespect intended, but this guy is a little hard to un…is that Chelsea Clinton?  

I have to admit that the National Civil Rights Museum would be a pretty powerful place to be watching all this.  

FOR REAL, I have to go.  Finish watching for me!

Tschuss!!

…is admitting that you sort of don’t have a lot of time for a blog anymore.  The second step is realizing that once you started taking the anti-crazy pills, your posts just weren’t as funny/filled with hysteria/interesting.  The third step, however, entails calling it quits, and I really just don’t want to do that right now.  The caveat to this all is that while I will try to post more often than three times a month, I doubt I’ll ever be back in daily posting mode.  

Interestingly enough, it seems that this is about the norm for not just me but every other blog I read right now.  Maybe it’s the shitty state of the economy, maybe it’s the excitement of having a new, competent administration, or the crazy-ass weather…I don’t know.  I just know I’m not the only one not writing and I’m glad because it makes me feel less guilty.

I really am trying to stick to my resolutions, though, and in fact on Thursday, I never turned my computer on once.  Not once!  It was nice, really. Unfortunately, classes have started, so I do have research to conduct and papers to write, but school stuff doesn’t count.  To me.

Whoa.  I just TOTALLY got sidetracked by getting ribs ready for the crockpot, and then making myself a spinach salad for lunch.  Like, an hour of sidetrack.  You know what I don’t really like a whole lot?  Spinach.  I don’t hate it, though, I guess?  The leaves are too…thick or something.  And I’m already not a fan of eating leafy stuff anyway…I’d never make it as a vegetarian forager.  

I uploaded pics from vacay onto my flickr–of course there are NO pictures from my sisters, which is unfortunate, yet between the lack of pictures and little-to-no discussion of my time there, it all seems very mysterious, doesn’t it?  Like, what exactly does my sister DO?  Mmhmm…wouldn’t you like to know.  

Last night we went to dinner at this place called Big Emma’s, where I am not shitting you, the portions were the biggest I’ve ever seen.  For example, I ordered a half order of brats, and I when I got my plate there were four of them on it.  Four full-size brats.  Like, twice as much as I feed my family.  HUGE.  John had a steak, and after he had eaten his fill for about 30 minutes, he still had 24 oz of meat left.  We brought home enough food to feed three families for two days.  Why I’m making ribs tonight I have no idea…hmm.  Too late now, though.  But I’m set for a week!

Okay, I am heading over to flickr to edit titles and such.  And then I am doing some schoolwork.  And then I am doing nothing.

Tschuss!!

When we were in So Cal at my seesters the weather stayed beautiful the entire time.  Like, t-shirt weather.  When the entire rest of the country was plunged in a new ice age.  Weird.  Anyway, every day started with Toni and I going on a 5 mile power walk, which included three sets of hills that were about a mile long and as high as Mt. Everest.  This punishment, however, was necessary, because OMG THE EATING AND DRINKING. 

The girls, per their request, got money for Christmas presents this year, necessitating many trips to the mall and resulting in a logistical packing nightmare.  Lindsey?  Can shop.  This situation made for a very quick present opening session and left us with time to catch a Christmas day while dinner was being cooked–the boys went to Valkyrie, and I took the girls to see Marley and Me.  Awww…so good.  I read the book so I knew what happened but still I cried and cried.  I was actually really surprised that Owen Wilson pulled off that role–he’s not so much the serious actor, yeah? In fact, the first ten minutes of the movie found me cringing as he got comfortable with himself, and I was sure I wasn’t going to be able handle seeing manufactured chemistry between him and Ms. Aniston (WHO WAS AWESOME OMG when did Rachel Green become such a great actress) but it worked out.  LOVED IT.  

We played some sort of game almost every night, either Imaginiff (fun) or Partini (…fun the first time), and one night we went to the Indian Casino and did not win.  And that was the first part of my trip, and I know that was not a very interesting or descriptive or funny rundown but A) it’s been awhile and B) a lot of the time, the fun I have while with my sister sort of doesn’t lend itself to description.  In other words, you wouldn’t get it. Trust me.  

We rented a car (or my parents rented it for us) and drove up north on the 28th, thinking we were going to hit miles of traffic, I mean, I-5 on the Sunday after Christmas?  Hello!  But THERE WAS NOTHING.  There was not one inch of traffic.  Oh!  OH!  Do you have any idea, ANY, of how hard it is to drive American speed limits after living in Germany?  My GOD we drive slow in the States.  John thought he got caught at one point, due to the CHP car going in the opposite direction driving through the median to get behind us, but nothing ever happened.  Maybe that’s because the cop knew that we were awesome.  ”Oh, it’s THEM?  They’re too awesome for tickets.  Disregard.”  Anyway, instead of the long traffic-filled drive we were expecting when we left the house at 6am, we made it in record time to the Sacramento airport, where we turned in the rental and John’s dad picked us up and drove us home.  Paradise, in Northern California, was not experiencing balmy temperatures.  We stayed at John’s sister’s house in Magalia, in her and her husband’s awesome place in the woods.  It has a guest house.  EVERYONE should have a guest house.  Because do you know what there is in guest houses?  PRIVATE BATHROOMS FOR GUESTS.  Which makes it so much easier for any guests that might have bathroom issues.  Should there be a guest like that.  

Do you remember last year when I told you about our dear, dear Sam having colon cancer and subsequently passing away?  He was a builder, and he built this house himself, and I know he is happy knowing that Christy and Brian are raising their boys in it.  

Speaking of those boys OMG THOSE BOYS.  You guys.  Remember a while back when I had baby fever?  My nephew Ty is 2 1/2 and Chase was SEVEN WEEKS OLD.  I instantly wanted a baby and started haraunging John.  He stood firm but holy crap, Ty and Chase are awesome.  Little boys are so fun!  Ty is shy, and I worked on him the entire time, trying to get him to soften up towards me, like LOVE ME TY, PLEASE, and finally towards the end, after running around a pool table with him for 30 minutes, copying everything he did, including LOW CRAWLS UNDER THINGS, he decided that I am the BEST AUNTIE EVER.  

The baby, though.  Sighhhh.  You know how some babies don’t like certain people to hold them?  Chase and I, we were homies.  I had no problem giving Christy breaks, and would hold him hold him hold him up until the point that I did not come in handy, i.e. breastfeeding time.

Oh jeez, it’s time for me to get in the shower.  But I swear I think the jet leg is wearing off (I haven’t been up past 8ish the entire week, and on Monday was out for the count on the couch by 6pm)(of course, I had been awake since 1am), and I will finish up my brief synopsis of my vacay, and post pics.  Probably not tonight, though, I have tennis.  I am so over tennis lessons, if you are wondering.  

Tschuss!!