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I'm still alive. The job is still great. I love my husband and my kids.
Apparently, happiness and contentment make for a hella boring journal. C'est la vie.
We had both kids over for the weekend, and took them to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I enjoyed it, as did Ross and the kids. I must admit, however, that the coolest movie I've seen in the last six months is Mad Hot Ballroom. If you get the chance, see the movie.
My mother got my copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at midnight on Saturday, since she was driving home from my aunt's place. (Which reminds me -- K&A, the cloak is now at Aunt P's, and I need to email her to let her know who's likely to be by to pick it up. If you want, I can give her both your names and descriptions.) It's in the mail. However, I was weak, and when Ross suggested getting a copy of the American version on Saturday night, I caved like a house of cards stomped by a 2-year old. I enjoyed it very much. I'm going to donate the Scholastic version to the local library. Of course, I haven't admitted to my mom that I got the book here; I am Adrienne's inner 10-year old.
I got the bloodwork results back, and they're acceptable (Tg = 1, TgAb = 17, which is higher than I'm happy about, but then, I don't know what testing method they used, and it can affect the results). At least, the idiot doctor didn't see any problem with them, since I had to call to get the results.
Pennsic is positively looming, which means I need to spend more time sewing. Immigration stuff is moving ahead. We need to get some forms from the IRS before we can fill out the current slate of paperwork. Whee!
That's all.
Apparently, happiness and contentment make for a hella boring journal. C'est la vie.
We had both kids over for the weekend, and took them to see Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I enjoyed it, as did Ross and the kids. I must admit, however, that the coolest movie I've seen in the last six months is Mad Hot Ballroom. If you get the chance, see the movie.
My mother got my copy of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince at midnight on Saturday, since she was driving home from my aunt's place. (Which reminds me -- K&A, the cloak is now at Aunt P's, and I need to email her to let her know who's likely to be by to pick it up. If you want, I can give her both your names and descriptions.) It's in the mail. However, I was weak, and when Ross suggested getting a copy of the American version on Saturday night, I caved like a house of cards stomped by a 2-year old. I enjoyed it very much. I'm going to donate the Scholastic version to the local library. Of course, I haven't admitted to my mom that I got the book here; I am Adrienne's inner 10-year old.
I got the bloodwork results back, and they're acceptable (Tg = 1, TgAb = 17, which is higher than I'm happy about, but then, I don't know what testing method they used, and it can affect the results). At least, the idiot doctor didn't see any problem with them, since I had to call to get the results.
Pennsic is positively looming, which means I need to spend more time sewing. Immigration stuff is moving ahead. We need to get some forms from the IRS before we can fill out the current slate of paperwork. Whee!
That's all.
