Plus I've figured out how to crop

Toby & Shelby: guess who's the dangerous one.



Jessie's mermaid picture which is on the alphabet blocks at Primary Children's. My child is a famous person.

Now I wish it were faster. . .

That's pretty much all I have to say. I am having so much fun.

I have joined my sister to E Harmony and LDS Singles. I plan to pick the guys, too, because despite the fact that she's kind of a battle axe, she's very gullible about men. So I will be the one to tell them "hit the road, Jack" if anything seems out of line.

LDS singles is interesting because they post tons of pictures, unlike E Harmony. Although it costs.

I've joined Classmates.com and listed every school (almost) that I went to. Which why doesn't anyone post their pictures? I want to see what my old boyfriend looks like now.

I just wish it would go faster. It's hard to blog and surf the web and keep up with e-mail and play hearts all at the same time.

I have DSL!

I got DSL yesterday. I've been plodding along on dial-up, where it takes a half hour to complete a search. This is downtown, you guys.

Bill and Sarah wouldn't use my computer because it was so slow.

I am having a blast with it, too, all over the planet looking for stuff. I've been playing Who Wants to be a Millionaire on-line (did you know JFK went to Stanford?) and checking out my netflix queue and reading the Drudge report.

And it doesn't cost more because I bundled on Qwest. And guess what, we have satellite with 185 channels, too! Which I think 60's music is the best music. I love the travel and food channels and animal planet. There is actually a whole channel devoted to gay Mormons which I haven't watched.

This is all very exciting.

My garbage can is my new best friend

I am a pat rack. Uh. rat pack. Strike that. Reverse it. I save stuff just in case and if somebody I loved blows their nose, I frame the tissue. As a consequence, we have a house crammed with junk.

Lately, I have been feeling much better and going through stuff and hauling out bags of garbage. And it is garbage. As I am going through old drawers and find ragged clothes, I say to myself, "make the garbage can your friend, this has filled the measure of its creation" and I toss it. It is working for my messed up psyche and the house is much more organized and clean. It also smells better, not that old grandma moldy smell.

So, at the risk of offending the environmentalists (well, recycle as much as possible), I would like to say to you, meet your new friend, the garbage can.

Sarah came crying home to Mom.

I need advice. Real advice.

Sarah came home a couple of days ago upset with Nicolas. No immorality, no abuse, or addiction problems. Long story. Also she might not want me to post it on my blog.

What I need to know is how far should I go in advice/comfort? First of all, I adore Nicolas. So that's not an issue. But they are considering a move which will entail some debt and we are nervous about it. I sort of said as much to her and let it go. We'll help them as much as we can.

I have to be careful, because if I make a suggestion, she takes it as an order and gets mad or decides she has to obey. I have to always add the caveat "you don't have to do this, just a thought."

But Bill wants to sit her down and really go through the financial implications of their decision. Which makes me nervous.

What would you guys do?