* I've been on a Vincent D'onofrio kick lately, so I watched Full Metal Jacket last night for the first time. What a versatile actor he is. I was impressed. The background music (especially toward the end while searching for the sniper) was terribly appropriate and really enhanced the whole film.
* I managed to keep off the ten pounds I lost while sick, and am now down to a comfortable size 10 (meaning a size 10 is a bit loose on me and not skin tight). I'm one size away from my goal weight. It's so funny that I look in the mirror and see myself as much heavier than I actually am. I didn't realize this until I saw video of myself last night and was utterly shocked to see that I'm actually not anywhere near the size I see when I look in the mirror. Isn't that bizarre?
*E-Beth is now a walking maniac. Overnight she decided that crawing was for idiots, stopped carrying her toys in her mouth, put them in her hands, and Franken-walked across the room. She can say "Thank you" and "please." Thank you sounds like "Den-ooo" and please sounds like "dat." It's highly possible (and likely) that when she is pointing at the chocolate ice cream and saying "dat," she is actually NOT saying "please," but is instead saying "give me THAT." Whatever. Who cares. As long as we can share chocolate ice cream, we're both happy campers.
* I've been writing a book in my mind and at first I thought it was brilliant, but then I had second thoughts. I've written books in my head before and thought they were brilliant, when in reality, they sucked. For example, the apocolyptic comedy I wanted to write about hibernating yetis in my backyard. . . Yeah. . . We'll pretend that one never entered my brain. However, I emailed the outline to my friend Krista, who I trust to be absolutely honest with me about everything. If the story sucked, she'd tell me. Plus, she's an excellent writer herself, so I value her opinion. She read it and said I should put it on paper. I will do so.
* This Saturday I will be meeting with a woman who has a collection of over 2000 historical garments and has written books on historical textiles. She'll teach me much and I've been eagerly awaiting our appointment.
* My cheeks are rosy. People tell me I look like I have a healthy, sunny glow, but it's just rosacea and I hate it. I want nice pasty, pale cheeks to match the rest of pasty, pale me. I'm going to the doctor to see what they can do. I hate not being able to stay in the sun for more than five minutes without looking like a lobster.
* The garden is tilled and seedlings have sprouted. They will be placed into the earth this weekend. In a few short weeks, peas, beans onions and radishes will be ready. I love fresh vegetables from the garden.