baby pictures
I posted some new pictures of Scout on her site. You should go there.
For Steve …
Google and I have the same birthday.
more about me (it is my birthday afterall)
Birthday Horoscopes for 09/27
This is an unusual Birthscope for it has a lot of contradictions in it. The September 27th person seems to be a leader and a well rounded person which is true in most public circles. But then the people that know this person the best seems to wonder why this person is so insecure and sensitive. This is because in an astrological sense this person is the equivalent to a mid 40’s person at birth, but what happens to them as young children causes them to feel that their is no other way to be. They are hard workers and for the most part unshakable.
A look ahead; Learn to live with the fact that your human.
*** (great…now I was born in my forty’s.)
Born today on the 27th, September :
September 27 usually has strikingly good manners which, as we know, maketh man and wo-man too. Like most Librans they are also blessed with open faced good looks which attract many to their side. Unfortunately, most people born on this day have a psycheological duality, on the one hand they enjoy striking success, on the other they usually do something to mess it all up. Both sexes enjoy early promotion. They have all the characteristics of a high flier, swooping through the universe like a Damon Hill-manned space capsule. Excess is their enemy. Perhaps it’s alcohol for which they have an extraordinary liking. Maybe early sexcess goes to their heads, choosing partners for lust who are so deeply awful they badly affect September 27’s career prospects. Or perhaps it’s unreliability. Whatever it is, just when the limelight is full on them, they blot their copy-book. None of this is ever written in the stars in such permanent black ink it can’t be unwritten by those who heed the warning. Some quell the temptation to throw themselves into an abyss of self-indulgence. Others have powerful and indulgent bosses. In private, the story is much the same. In college or at school, they are just about to be made captain of cricket or netball, or head girl/boy, when temptation comes roaring out of the black hole and they’re caught smoking, insulting the headmaster’s grandmother or wandering too far into the undergrowth with a sexual partner. Later in life both sexes suffer from pre-marital dementia. When the ring is given, the date is set, for both sexes the brain goes blank and proper behaviour eludes their grasp. They are suddenly, irresistibly drawn to a completely different constellation, and, unable to resist temptation will return home reeking of strange perfume or with their tights in shreds. Fortunately they are blessed with the gift of the gab. September 27 can and does talk him/herself out of most sticky situations.
*** humph
while i was sleeping
It snuck up on me. I am glad i was asleep…being put to sleep for painful experiences is highly recommended. It didn’t hurt a bit. It is almost surreal. I know it happened but it doesn’t feel any different. I guess if people ask…I will be forced to talk about it. I was even able to each lunch after it happened. I ran errands. It feels the same.
30…so far so good.
I still can’t believe it
Last night an amazing thng happened to me. There are moments in life that really just make life worth living…this was one of those moments.
I called Sarah Lena Brown … and she answered her phone.
One Week
One week from today….I will be 30.
she does 30 so well
Susanna is 30 today. She wears it so well.
In honor of her birthday … a story. Happy Birthday Girl! I love you!
A Plate of Cookies and a Pinafore
It was the summer of 1983, and my parents had decided to move to the country. My dad wanted fresh air and lots of land. My mom wanted peace and quiet. I wanted rainbow wallpaper and pink curtains. What I got was a plate of cookies and a pinafore.
Our new house was under construction. My dad was compulsively leading the crew. I was his assistant. I took my job very seriously. I came prepared to work. I was appropriately dressed in my work clothes, a fire engine red t-shirt and my trusty overalls. My long dark hair was pulled into pigtails complete with coordinating red pom-pom wiggies. I was ready to work and not afraid to get dirty. My duties were imperative to the completion of the house. I was to pick up the discarded nails, monitor the status of the dirt pile (this mostly consisted of climbing to the top and then rolling to the bottom) and most importantly to prepare a daily report for my mother.
The foundation had been poured and the frame of the house was going up around me. I was diligently attending to my duties when I heard a tap tap tap that was not even remotely consistent with the sound of a hammer. I looked around and my eyes landed on the future location of the front door. What I saw was quite unexpected. It was a girl. This was no ordinary girl but a girl who looked to be about my age. She stood waiting at a front door that wasn’t there. She couldn’t see me but I could see her. She was waiting patiently holding a covered plate in front of her with both hands. She was reminiscent of a Stepford child. Her golden blond hair was styled in perfect ringlets and secured with a pale pink ribbon. Her hair ribbon was the exact shade of her pale pink dress that was partially covered with a crisp, clean, white pinafore tied securely in the back with a perfect bow. Her white ankle socks trimmed in lace slid perfectly into her black patent leather Mary Jane’s. Her feet shifted slightly out of nervousness, but her smile never wavered.
I dropped my hammer on top of the scrap of 2 by 4 I had been using to practice driving nails and ran to see who she was and what she was doing at my (soon to be) front door.
“Who are you?†I asked in my most adult six-year-old voice.
The porcelain doll took a deep breath. “My name is Susanna Leberman. I live next door. I brought you a plate of cookies and I hope we can be lifelong friends.â€Â
The words tumbled from her mouth like a robot programmed by a debutante. It wasn’t until she finished that she took another breath.
“What kind of cookies?†I questioned.
“Chocolate chipâ€Â
“Ok.†I said and sat down.
So there we were, me in my dungarees and Susanna in her Sunday best, sitting on the concrete on a hot summer day in 1983 sharing sweets and selves. It was the beginning of a lifelong friendship forged over a plate of cookies and a pinafore.
Steve = 28 (still younger than me)
Happy Birthday! We love you!
We are taking Steve to dinner tonight…that and this smile. What more could he need?
Horoscope Sept. 5
This is a blurb from my horoscope today….
you are being struck by the unpredictable lightning of Uranus
I know what you are thinking….I thought the same thing.