March 20th, 2004

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AAAAROOOOO!

When I awoke this morning it was to the wolves of the wind, snapping around the house, howling with hunger, trying to find their way in. Trees are bent, branches and greenery swaying in the horizontal waltzing of the wind. There are little blue dimples in the puffy cheeks of the clouds, and the open regard of the sun as an eye opens is pale and watery.

There seems to be some sort of full-moon weirdness going on in my life when it comes to organizations. I have kerfluffles happening in two separate spheres which are a little unsettling, and seem to have blown out of proportion overnight. :( At this point, I'm not sure how to help resolve either one of them. sigh

Agenda: putz around, finish the laundry, dust and vacuum because the dust bunnies are lining up in regimented rows forming an army. Take Martin to his double-girl-happy-meal birthday party. Tonight Anders and I are going out to a double-girl birthday party ourselves, only sans happy meals.

Tomorrow we have a birthday dinner for Anders' niece Sofia. So it's a full-up birthday weekend. Sofia's birthday is actually Tuesday but Anders will be gone on a business trip so we couldn't go that night. Tuesday also happens to be the same day my brother has a birthday (you're SO OLD, John!) and then a week later, my sister! March is a very expensive month around here.
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IS THAT AN OAK IN YOUR POCKET OR ARE YOU JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME?

I just got a spam mail for penis enlargement with the subject line GET A TREE TRUNK BETWEEN YOUR LEGS. I hope they're talking about saplings, because frankly that made me squeeze my thighs together and think, No WAY, Buddy, Get that thing away from me. Who thinks this stuff up?!

Motherhood Has Definitely NOT Dulled the Edge of Mimi Smartypants: Sunny-Side Up

Apparently it's snowing further north in Sweden, and judging by the slowly whitening cloud cover, we aren't going to escape. My money is on snow sometime before Sunday evening despite the hard-working buds and green leaves that are pushing their sturdy little selves on up out of the ground.

My sister sent me a poem that she wrote awhile ago for consideration in one of the next issues of Mosaic Minds and damn it's good. I don't know why she doesn't write more. She's very crafty and makes a mean scarf and does wonders with anything having to do with needles and floss, but she really ought to go for it. Same goes for my brother. He's too sarcastic to believe me, but he's a good writer and has a natural way with words.

Make Sure You Finish Your Drink Before You Read This: TGIF

Which should I do right now? Work on getting the AWC website/newsletter finished or read the rest of the mystery I'm in the middle of? It's a toss-up.