All I'm Saying there's a joke in here somewhere

Happy Halloween, everyone! I hope you have a great day. I thought I'd get you in the holiday mood with a picture of Miss Freya at our local Boo at the Zoo event from last weekend. We'll be getting her up in the same costume tonight for the neighborhood trick or treat.

We're having some kind of Halloween thing at lunch at work. I will not be costumed. Unless I want to tell people I'm a hottie. Heh. What about you? Any plans? What's the best Halloween costume you've ever seen?

Just for the record, I loathe this particular commenter on the local newspaper webpage.

Right-wing wacko has never described anyone better. He might be Rush Limbaugh. He might be Ann Coulter (who is a man, I am pretty sure). Or he might just be an outspoken pissant who is spectacularly able to see just a narrow little cone of the world; not enough to truly perceive reality.

I should really stay away from the comment pages on newspapers. It is not only a time-suck, but it is incredibly frustrating.

Also? I hate that people's comments can now be rated. I have to remember that it isn't that I don't have a valid point; it's that I represent such a minority opinion in this area that I don't get higher ratings.

That's gotta be it...

I'm taking notes for 3 days this week at off-site meetings. Today was the first day, and I knew I could still get Freya to school at her usual time and get down to the meeting site if I woke up at my usual time. I double-checked my alarm clock time last night, then evidently walked away from it before actually engaging the alarm.

So forty-five minutes later than usual, I opened up my eyes and just sort of had a bad feeling. I got up, walked to the clock, whispered "Oh shit," and went over to gently shake Matt and tell him the problem. He too whispered "Oh shit."

And then I kicked it into high gear. My shower, usually a 15-20 minute process took 5 minutes. Why? Because I didn't shave my legs. Yes, I, who always shave my legs every single day, didn't shave. And now they itch. Soap suds flew, I tell ya. And then I left off two of my regular facial unguents. I'll no doubt be encrusted with acne by next Monday, as a result. I also skipped breakfast. But you know what? I got Freya to school on time. In fact, I was two minutes earlier than the school even opened.

It's kind of sad to realize that I am so high maintenance that I could sleep another three-quarters of an hour every day but cutting out a few routines...

Perhaps you've seen this elsewhere...

Grieving Mom Recalls "Angel Son" Killed at Gun Show

“He was a beloved, beautiful child. He was an angel,” said Suzanne Bizilj of Ashford, Conn., whose third-grade son, Christopher, died Sunday after firing an Uzi submachine gun at the Westfield Sportman’s Club.

“To let an 8-year-old boy fire an Uzi is the height of stupidity,” said Greenleaf.

Look, I'm okay with gun ownership. We've got a gob of them, and they're all locked up in the gun safe, where they belong. I first shot a gun when I was about ten years old, and it was a .22 rifle. When I was about fourteen, my dad had me shoot a handgun a few times. And then a couple of years later, he taught me how shotguns work. Why, particularly for a kid who hasn't much interest in hunting? Because he wanted me to learn safe behavior around firearms, and how to handle one with care, thought, and deliberation. Also, if I wanted to take up hunting or target shooting, that was okay. As I got older and moved away from home, I acquired a handgun for personal protection (at home), along with a concealed weapons permit.

I'm okay with guns. I think it's a good idea to teach kids about guns. But this? THIS?

One, that father deserves the misery he's going to feel every day for the rest of his life. He didn't deserve to lose his child; FSM knows the child didn't deserve it. But every bad feeling that's going to haunt the father? That's the price you pay for glamorizing a weapon made for NOTHING, NOTHING but killing another person. Kids have absolutely no business playing with guns, real or pretend. They are NOT toys. Ever. Not even squirt guns.

You think I take a militant stand? You're darned skippy I do. Don't even get me started on what the range master deserves. I've never fired an automatic weapon, I have no desire to. But I've ready plenty enough books to know that when fired, their muzzles tend to rise up. What quantum leap does it take to realize that an eight year old isn't going to have the upper body strength to control it? It's a miracle no one else was killed, actually.

I'm entirely bent over this. I do support stronger gun control laws, particularly the first one that comes out and says "People under the age of 18 are forbidden from firing automatic weapons."

It's autumn. I've been in denial about this, because we all know what follows autumn and I'm just not ready for that stuff: the cold, the ice, the sn...sn...you know what I mean.

But I've noticed that there are getting to be more leaves on the ground than there are on the trees. And Freya and I made our weekly trip out to the farm stand today and they told me it's their last weekend before closing for the (gulp) winter.

I honestly think winter was less stressful when we lived in Cascade. Sure, there was like a shit-pot load of snow, and all the resultant shoveling and snow-blowing and the firewood burning and the house was never more than 65 degrees, but it was somehow better. At least there I could strap on my snowshoes and walk off the back porch into the woods. Down here when it snows, you've just got to stay the hell off the roads because three out of four people out there do not know how to drive in snow with any level of skills. And the sky is grey and the sun doesn't come out (Boise has one of the worst weather inversions in the country and the air quality in the winter turns to shit).

God, I'm not ready for this again...

I can't let this week close without talking to you about my foundation garments just one more time.

See, I wore my beautiful, expensive Wacoal bra yesterday and by 7:00 p.m. I was ready for a full chestal application of Novacaine. That sucker was tight, and the underwire had pushed in so much that I actually have a little bruise in the center of my chest. Tight.

I lost a little sleep wondering if the people at Macy's were going to tell me to go shit in my hat when I asked for a refund for bras that I had both washed and worn, but two of them were so tight that I was genuinely worried for my breast health. Good circulation is key, you know?

So I went back to Macy's, toddler in tow, and explained the situation. The customer service lady in the lingere department said, "Sure, we have a 30-day return or refund policy on foundation garments. We want them to work for you. Let's go re-size you." I cannot tell you what a relief those words were. When you spend the equivalent of the Guatemalan GNP on four bras, you want to be able to wear them, ya know?

She took me back into the fitting rooms, checked me out, and confirmed that I am indeed a 34C. She took another look at the fit of the bras and the position of the wires, and brought in a few different options for me to try. The first lady had fit me correctly, but I think I got so caught up in the cuteness of the bras that I lost a little touch with the comfort.

Long story short, I was able to exchange 2 bras for 2 new ones that should be more wearable, AND the two new bras were a LOT cheaper than the other ones. I actually got them and a $50 refund to my credit card.

Isn't it nice when everything works out well? Oh, and she did say that the bras will loosen up a little after wearing them, and that should help a little more.

Don't you just learn so much here? As I told Delmer via e-mail, the men who stick out some of these posts of mine are armed with considerable knowledge they would not otherwise have received. You can't pay for this kind of education.

One, I thought this was funny:

From Frightening Prospect

I'd really like to see it carved on a pumpkin...

Two, my brother-in-law sent me a joke and it made me laugh out loud, so I'll share it with you:

Three women friends, one in a casual relationship, one engaged to be married and one a long-time wife, met for drinks after work. The conversation eventually drifted towards how best to spice up their sex lives.
After much discussion, they decided to surprise their men by engaging in some S&M role playing.
The following week they met up again to compare notes.

Sipping her drink, the single girl leered and said, 'Last Friday at the end of the work day I went to my boyfriend's office wearing a leather coat. When all the other people had left, I slipped out of it and all I had on was a leather bodice, black stockings and stiletto heels. He was so aroused that we made mad passionate love on his desk right then and there!'

The engaged woman giggled and said, 'That's pretty much my story! When my fiancé got home last Friday, he found me waiting for him in a black mask, leather bodice, black hose and stiletto pumps. He was so turned on that we not only had sex all night, he wants to move up our wedding date!

The married woman put her glass down and said, 'I did a lot of planning. I made arrangements for the kids to stay over at Grandma's. I took a long scented-oil bath and then put on my best perfume. I slipped into a tight leather bodice, a black garter belt, black stockings and six-inch stilettos. I finished it off with a black mask. When my husband got home from work, he grabbed a beer and the remote, sat down and yelled,

'Hey, Batman, what's for dinner?''

Well, my darlings, it turns out I've been doing it all wrong. Lo, these long years, I have been wearing my foundation garment in utterly the wrong way. Did you know the cup parts go around your breasts, rather than over your ears? Now how will I keep my ears warm?

But seriously. Based on the advice of many all of you, I hied myself to Macy's and requested a bra fitting. I actually took time off work to do this, since I knew it was probably going to take a while and that no way in hell would anyone have the patience to come with me, much less my daughter. So, better done alone.

It turns out I've been putting it on wrong: I've been wearing the strap really too low across my back. Visualize a quarter on its side with me. Tilt it so that one end is several degrees higher than the other side, and then superimpose an image of me standing sideways on it so that the low end is on my back. Is it any wonder that the cups kept riding up over my girls?

Also, you have to tighten those shoulder straps up like anything. I had maybe an inch or two between the strap slider and the back strap of my bra. Bra Fitting Professional Lady took that slider and reefed it up another six inches. You'd think that would cause the whole arrangement to lift to my chin, but it actually just made the bra cups lay flat. I'll be damned.

Anyway, turns out I'm a 34C instead of the 36B I thought I was. And the biggest part of the story is the price tag: I bought four bras and a pair of panties for $188. At that point in the process, I was resigned to the fact that it was going to be a couple of Benjamins to get out of there with my big ol' newly discovered boobs where I wanted them.

I went back in the changing room and put one of the new ones on, and then I walked out of the store lifting my arms over my head. Lift! Ahhh... Lift! Ahhh...

Thanks for the help, you guys!

Is there something wrong with my pectoral configuration, or is it just damn impossible to find a bra that fits and is comfortable? I'm seriously asking here. How much time do you spend buying a bra? Do you buy one, wear it for five minutes and then return it to the store? Or am I weird?

The thing I am running in to anymore is that every time I put my arms above my head, my bra slides up and ends up with the band & underwire sitting right across my boobs. And that's beyond annoying. I'm not like super-endowed or anything, and is it possible that I just don't have enough up top to weigh the cups down enough, or am I badly fitted into a crappy bra?

Anyone? Has anyone ever gone in for a professional fitting? I think I need to do that.

I found a killer deal on Maidenform bras at CostCo today--three for $26.99. I bought the pack I thought would fit, got them home and the band was too small, and then took them back to find that they only came in 34B, 36C and 36D. That's it. That's all CostCo was stocking. WTF is up with that? Who is looking out for us barrel-chested, small-breasted girls?

No one, that's who. And that's why I think God wants me to go without. Another thing to talk to Him about when I face the Ultimate Judgement--what kind of crappy design is this, anyway? Make them decent-sized, don't let them ever get droopy, and let's get rid of this whole breast cancer thing while we're at it, shall we?

Poor little Freya...she and I went and had Picnic Night at a local park last night, and she wanted a hot dog for dinner. (A rare indulgence.) I drove around the usual haunts--local businesses that serve up a decent dog. But everything seemed to be closed on account of it being Sunday, so we ended up at Sonic. I felt some guilt about giving her a Sonic hot dog, but it turns out I needn't have worried: it didn't stay for long.

About 11:00, I heard a little burp, and the sound of liquid coming out of...a toddler. She was throwing up. She ralphed three times over the course of the next hour, and then managed to sleep through the rest of the night.

It was a quiet day at home with me in the morning and Matt in the afternoon, and when I came home from work she was ready for a second nap. As I told Matt, "Her little body must just need some more time to recover." But then she woke up and felt hot. Turned out to be a 103.3 fever. I'm not sure what to make of things now. I guess it's the flu.

Poor little kid. I'm not sure if there's anything sadder than a toddler who is puking. Remember how scary it is to be little and throwing up? I still think barfing is scary--you don't have any control.

Looks like tomorrow is a work at home day for me.

So after my problems with my dad yesterday, I was telling Matt all about it and asked him for his perspective. He asked me what on earth could have prompted my dad's initial comments about my nephew in the first place, and I said I thought it was guilt on my dad's part. See, my eldest sister was conceived before my dad's first marriage (to the sister's mother) when they were both 19 years old. Dad didn't really see my sister until she herself was 18 years old. Matt asked me why, and I said, "You mean other than the whole shooting himself in the front yard thing?"

I seriously thought I had told him about that already, but sometimes I forget in the midst of all the other family craziness. As I was spinning the tale to him, I thought I'd get my petty revenge on my dad and tell the whole internet while I was at it. Not to mention it's an entertaining story and what else was it going to be used for?

Dad was 19, had this girlfriend, and she got pregnant. You already had that part figured out, I'm sure. And for those of you who remember, my dad has struggled with anger management issues since EVER. So Dad and the girlfriend secretly got married; her parents were against their relationship in the first place, but everyone knows that true love at 19 years of age is TLA (Tru Luv Alwayz).

Her parents found out about it and I think she and my dad fought about it somewhere in there, and she went back to her parents house and refused to see him. Dad wasn't having any of that, and decided to make a grand dramatic gesture to win her love back. So, having seen any number of Hollywood movies where the hero gets shot in the shoulder and survives, Dad took a .22 pistol and stood in the front yard of her parents house, yelling, "If you don't take me back, I'm going to kill myself right here!" I think she might have suggested he could go ahead and do that. Left with few other options, Dad turned the gun to his shoulder and fired.

He woke up in the hospital with what would turn into the huge scar he carries to this day, quite a bit of pain, and a restraining order keeping him from seeing his young wife, who later served him with divorce papers.

By the time I was finished telling Matt this, his jaw was on the floor. His only other response was, "Maybe that's why your dad has such trouble in his golf game...it's because of his shoulder."

See how much sympathy crazy stunts like that will garner you? Fifty years later, your second youngest kid will be telling the world and your most beloved son-in-law finally figures out what's wrong with your back-swing.

My dad comes over every Saturday morning to hang out with Freya. Ours is an okay relationship, though not always the smoothest. Things have been great for the last couple of months--he's upbeat and pleasant to be around. In the bad times, he's always grousing about bad things that happen to him or his fiancee' (of 7 or 8 years), and it's just a downer.

Well, today he said something completely *out there* about my nephew, and I just felt like it was so utterly irrational that I needed to call him on it. I asked him why he felt that way, and he cited a situation that he was actually the one at fault for. I told him that I thought he'd been the one to behave badly in that instance, and he just got nasty with me. He told me I was judgemental and I always base my reactions on emotions rather than my intellect, etc.

I actually just about stopped the car and told him to get the f*ck out, but I realized that would not be a great thing for Freya, so I just ground my teeth and stopped responding.

I don't know whether he realizes how badly he pissed me off or not, but it's pretty much going to have ruined my day for me. Thanks, Dad.

I got to have lunch with Darlene today! She's a blogger from the other side of the state--if possible, the more conservative side, and it's good she can break out now and again to get to breathe all this right-wing liberal air in Boise.

/sarcasm

Boise isn't exactly Berkley, as I'm sure you're all well aware. But compared to Idaho Falls...it's pretty crazy and out there. We let people wear tie dye on the street in Boise. Wait, I just said I was going to "/sarcasm" didn't I?

Anyway, we had a great lunch at Cucina di Paolo. I have made another convert to Boise's best lunch spot. And then I gave her my extra Obama/Biden yard sign, which made me so excited because if there are two others of those in all of Idaho Falls, I'd be more than a little surprised. I'm so contributing to her delinquency...

In light of that, I know that Darlene will appreciate this, courtesy of Dee via Reuters:

That lurching shamble of a man could be our next president! Have you registered to vote yet?

Matt just loaded Freya up in the car and took her to the library, and I got to stay home by myself! I'm trying to think of another time where it has happened that they went and did something and I stayed home and the only other time I can think of is NEVER.

It's kind of nice. Of course, part of me is faintly put out that she didn't throw a fit and insist I go along. Because I am capricious that way.

That's largely overwhelmed by the other part of me that is screaming, "Why aren't you taking this opportunity to do a Thirty-Minute House Clean?!?!?!"

There you have it: proof that I am mostly insane.

Candidates for high office are a lot like trains:

Freya's Montessori school had a Halloween party last year and the kids all had the choice to wear their costumes to school. (I could barely pry her out of the thing by the time Easter rolled around, so it should go without saying that she wanted to wear her lion costume at school.) They had a little party with cupcakes, and they went and trick-or-treated the little old lady across the street. It was very cute.

This month's school newsletter indicated that because they wanted all the children to have an uninterrupted, undistracted learning environment, there would be no Halloween party this year. The kids shouldn't bring their costumes, and they aren't doing anything like trick-or-treating. There will, however, be a pizza lunch. Nothing Halloween-ish, though.

And because I was the kid in school who couldn't celebrate anything at all and had to go sit in another room during school holiday parties (on account of being a Jehovah's Witness), my radar is going off.

I think there must be a child there who is being raised a Jehovah's Witness, and the parents have brought up the holiday issue, and the school has chosen to not exclude the child from the celebration and so decided to not have a party. That's my theory; I could be a million miles off-base.

I dunno, but I'm planning on doing some discreet inquiry this week. If that's the case, I'm going to be a little put out. I want Freya to get to do the things I couldn't do. I want her to enjoy the holidays in the companionship of her friends. I don't want her school holidays spoiled.

What do you all think? Are schools just treating holidays differently than they did when I was a kid? And if the holiday celebrations are being suspended for the sake of one family, do I have a right to be indignant? Or am I letting my (hard earned) bias get in the way?

Boise Gets Earliest Snow on Record

Across the Treasure Valley, tree branches heavy with wet, snow-covered leaves fell on power lines, causing scattered power outages. This is the earliest measurable snowfall in Boise since recordkeeping began in 1898, according to the National Weather Service. At 10 p.m., the Weather Service said 1.7 inches of snow had fallen.

Buncha crap is what this is... We went from temperatures in the 90s last week into winter. That's not going to cut it, Mother Nature. I need autumn. I deserve autumn! I have green leaves on the maple out in the front yard--they haven't even changed yet. Now they're probably all just going to fall off. Still green. Not acceptable!

So much for my declaration that I was going to slow down and really take note of each day in October, to enjoy the fall, to savor the last days of warm weather and sunshine.

Expect me to return to a decent mood some time in April. Of course, if it is anything like this last spring, it'll be June before the good weather comes back. I'm afraid 2008 will go down as the year of crappiest shoulder season weather ever.

Trepidation: –noun 1. tremulous fear, alarm, or agitation; perturbation.
2. trembling or quivering movement; tremor.

I put in for a new job today. I'm feeling some trepidation about it. Mainly, it is simply because I love my current coworkers so much that I'd purely hate to not spend five days of the week with them. We're like a family, and for the most part we really get each other and blend like no other group of coworkers I have ever known before.

But... The job I just put in for is in the field I have always wanted to spend my career in: public relations. I am really, really good at it. The new job also pays quite well, particularly for someone who hasn't spent a day in an institute of higher learning. (ie., me) And there's definitely potential that I'd love the new coworkers. Love them as much? That's a bit of a stretch, but that's my sentimentality speaking.

Anyway, there's every chance that I'll get out-competed for it by someone with more experience and a degree, and certain other extra-qualifying factors. They'll be hard pressed to out-charm and out-politick me, but it all depends on what is being sought, I suppose.

Don't wish me luck: wish for me that the right thing will happen.

Do you think it's true that you have to spend money to save money? I guess it is, sometimes.

I've been pondering the state of the economy like...infinitely more than I ever did before all the bail-out talk started, and I even have been taking an online course about the economy. And one of the things I think is that we're very lucky to have a low mortgage payment and relatively stable jobs.

Another thing I think is that the hardest thing to pay for in the immediate future is going to be heat and electricty. I've been hearing since this summer that heating bills are going to go way up--some places have indicated that they may double--this winter. And deregulation is going on all over the place in the utilities, so it's just a matter of time.

Our sole source of heat in the winter is natural gas through our furnace. I'd really love to have a woodstove because I love wood heat and you can get firewood for pretty stinkin' cheap if you're willing to work for it. But Boise gets a godawful inversion in the winter and burning in stoves and fireplaces gets shut down, often for weeks on end. It just doesn't pay to burn wood here.

So I guess we'll be relying on the solar heater that may or may not work, and the gas heat. In light of that, we just went to Lowe's and got a programmable thermostat and new filters for our furnace system in the hopes that it'll run as efficiently as possible. The thermostat was $39 and the filters were almost $8 each. I also bought a $19 clothes drying rack, because I figure I can cut the drying time of towels and jeans if I dry socks and dainties on the rack.

We eventually got out of there to the tune of $96. Wouldn't it be nice if we could recoup that in energy costs this winter?

Is there anything in particular you've been fretting about regarding the economic situation?

What I Got Today: A birthday present for Matt, my long-awaited Obama/Biden yard sign, some good advice.

What I Wore Today: Indigo jeans with light blue flowers embroidered on the back pockets, courtesy of Eddie Bauer (where us taller girls often find our best length options in pants), a teal blue t-shirt with a ruched neckline, and a slim-fitting grey v-neck cardigan. And you can laugh at me, but I wore brown boots with it. I couldn't find anything in black or grey that wasn't too wintery. Or witchy.

What I Ate for Lunch Today: Crab bisque with baguette and a cherry turnover, courtesy of my favorite lunch spot, Cucina di Paolo.

What I'm Looking Forward To Tomorrow: My autumn hair color touch-up. Hello, russet highlights! (Russet like red, not like the potato. It's good to explain that to a hairstylist in Idaho.)

What I'd Like to See Here: More comments! Tell me one thing about your day today, or what you're looking forward to tomorrow. Now, dammit.

I just downloaded some pictures from the digital camera, so I figured I'd share with you what a week or so worth looks like at our house.

I mentioned earlier that Freya has been dealing with a cold. Here she is at the peak of it: check out the underside of her nose.

Matt took this one. Freya is digging in her "seasonal" drawer of the dresser, and has on two swimsuits, a pair of Babylegs, and one shoe from each of 2 different pairs.

Here she is watching TV this morning. I believe it was probably "Super Why."

Then as I was taking those pictures, I heard the tractor in the Back 40 disking the field, so I took a picture of that. For reference, this is out the window upstairs, looking over our back yard.

A wider view of the Back 40:

My own back yard, looking at the three square foot garden beds and the whiskey barrel where I may or may not be growing Yukon Gold potatoes (will harvest in a couple of weeks and know for sure) and the blackberry bush I planted earlier this summer.

Looking toward the patio and one of the flower beds I planted. This should look quite a bit better next summer when the flowers have had a chance to grow up a little. That's a weeping cherry tree there, too.

Here's the back yard of our neighbors to the west. They're very nice.

Finally, here's what Freya had moved on to by the time I was done taking pictures out the window.

Fascinating, isn't it?

I finished my passive solar heater project today. Unfortunately, I can't tell you if it works or not because it was an overcast, mild day. That overcast bit may defeat me in the end--Boise gets terrible inversions in the winter and the sky can be grey for months at a time.

Should you decide to build one of these on your own, bear in mind that the measurements in the directions are A.F.U. (Also, Urban Dictionary does not yet have a definition for A.F.U., so congratulate me on my first submission to directly affect the course of western civilization...besides Freya, I mean.)

The directions tell you to buy a 20" x 30" piece of foam to mount your pennies on, then you build a frame around it and mount plexiglass to the frame. It tells you to buy a 24" x 36" piece of plexiglass. Do the math with me, and realize that it's...(c'mon, you can get this...) A.F.U.! And too big, besides. So my passive solar heater looks like ass, had an actual cost of $48, and may or may not work.

Still, if you're stupidly optimistic and like to take on projects with unlimited unknowable results, I say go on and give it a try.

I took a pole dance fitness class today.

Still with me?

There are some things you might be interested to know about pole dancing:

1. The pole actually consists of a central rod, and then there is a sleeve over that, and the sleeve spins. It's not the dancers spinning, it's the dancers holding on to the pole while it spins.

2. There's something called "pole burn." That's what happens when you slide down the pole too quickly. The instructor said the noise it makes is called "the devil screech." That's when your thigh meat sticks and slides at the same time and makes a friction noise.

3. You have got to be ridiculously strong to pole dance. Anyone who attacks a stripper in a dark alley is seriously taking their life into their own hands. Those girls are STRONG.

Finally, I think pole dance is not for me. I'm not even going to be able to lift my arms over my head tomorrow, and I've been weightlifting regularly for a year now. It is hard. work. I sprained my toe; I now can say I injured myself pole dancing. I think I'll be looking for a workout with more cardio and dance, rather than the strength training.

Anyway, you all have a good weekend and may you never hear the devil screech. Now I'm off to go rub Bag Balm on my pole burn. I'm not telling you where it's at.

This is what my blog looks like, according to Wordle:

Priddy, idnit?

Thanks to Amy for the linkage!

My blog advertising sales have dropped to almost half of what they were this summer. It's hard to buy new shoes every month that way. In fact, I only ended up buying a baby shower present. No shoes at all.

That makes baby sad.

I ended up taking today off, and since Freya had spent a good night last night and had no fever (and because I wanted to), I took her in to school. I ended up lounging on the couch and watched "Juno" again, then I ate some lunch and then I took a nap. And then about an hour later, it was time to go get Freya at school.

I think this is the first day I've had all to myself since she was born. I've had some time off here and there, but it has been centered around an activity with Matt or with a girlfriend, or an appointment. It was just quiet, at-home time. It was very, very nice.

I can't wait until Veteran's Day. It's the only mid-week holiday of the year that Freya's school is open for, and I'll have another full day, all to myself. And I probably won't be sick for it, either. Yay!

Also, where the hell did September go? I completely missed it this year. I'm vowing to keep my eyes open and really note October and its passage. I can't believe the leaves are turning now...