Saturday night, after performing with the band (a very squeaky, squawky, out of tune performance from my cough-roughened throat, I might add, and wouldn’t you know that’s the night that all the people I know came), Patrick and I came home. We threw on Eddie Izzard and fell asleep to rants about Hannibal and his team…
I Wonder What Christmas Will Bring?
George Bailey, a character with whom I always sympathized. My dad once told me, when I was about 12 years old, that I, like George, was also “born older.” I just know I, too, thrilled at the sight of that huge piece of luggage. Ralphie Parker, and the Bumpus’s dogs, and that lamp – 24…
It's Official
Today I felt what could only be a baby movement. It was a one-two punch, a ba-dum-pum down in my lower abdomen. Like someone took a couple of tiny stuffed animals and tossed them at me. Thus far every gas bubble, tummy flutter, and even once or twice my own heartbeat have been diagnosed "possible baby…
Vows, Redux
It occurred to me while I was grocery shopping last night that our wedding vows, while beautiful and romantic and traditional, were not totally indicative of what we were getting into. Here is perhaps how they should have gone: I, Gillian Galadriel W_____, take you, Patrick John E_____, to be my lawfully wedded husband. …
Turkey Day Weekend 2007
Wednesday I left work at 2pm. The clockwatchers were the only 2 people left in the office, and I cheerfully wished them a Happy Holiday on my way out. They looked at me sourly and said “Enjoy your afternoon.” I smiled, saying “Enjoy your martyrdom” under my breath, and sailed out. Dude, the boss left…