Reading: The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon. It's really quite good, the "author" of the book is a 15-year-old boy with autism. I have a cousin who is autistic, along with a host of other problems, so he is not nearly as high- functioning as the narrator, but still has a lot of the same symptomatic behaviors. And his name is Christopher, too, so that's oddly coincidental.

Going to read: The Morning Star, which is the final installment of the second Griffin & Sabine trilogy. I need to re-read the other two first, and I get completely absorbed in them, so I have to wait until I know I will have enough quiet time.

Not watching: Tennis, as it is raining in New York. Capriati and Dementieva played for about a half an hour before play was suspended again. Lord, I do love tennis. Watching the Grand Slam tournaments always makes me want to pick up a racket again.

More reader questions!

From Laurie: Well, I always like a good "I was sooo drunk...." story, so how about it? Got any funny drunk stories? Morning after stories?

I must tell you, I really don't. I'm a fairly boring drunk. I wish I had a really good dancing-on-the-table story, but I don't. The most outrageous thing I've done when I was drunk is make out with Joey McIntyre from New Kids on the Block at a bar in Philadelphia.

(Okay, it wasn't really Joey McIntyre, it was a guy named Dan, but he looked a little bit like Joey McIntyre, and in the intervening months has been totally replaced by Joey McIntyre in my memory.)

So anyway, drunken mashing with a stranger is pretty damn lame, and it only ever happened once anyway. An entertaining drunk I am not. (I may have potential, though...)

From Tracing: What are some of your earliest memories?

I have several distinct memories from when we lived in Connecticut, when I was 8 months old until I was almost four. We had a fishpond in the backyard that never had water in it, much less fish, and I remember the old lady from across the street who would babysit for us, we called her "Miss" Whoever because she had never married. We had a booth around our kitchen table instead of chairs, and my brother had a blue wooden fish on his door.

One day my mother, who drove an old VW Bug, got stuck in the driveway during a snowstorm, and the tires made this godawful noise, and I remember very clearly sitting in my carseat in the back and screaming bloody murder. My mother was wearing a fur hat at the time, and after that, I would start to scream every time she put it on. She had to throw it away and get a new hat.

I also remember that right before we moved, which was in October, my brother and I watched the Halloween episode of Bugs Bunny and it gave me horrible nightmares.

From extra-long-time-reader TeKay, four of the most impossible questions in the world:

What is your favorite number and why? It's 27. I have no idea why, it just always has been. I like that it's 3x3x3, I guess.

How will you know "He's the one"? Yet again, I have no idea. I'm 31 years old, so I'm not exactly in a position to be choosy. I hate to be cynical, but "the one" could very well be simply the first one who asks. (The line forms on the right. I wonder if Joey McIntyre is still available?)

What one person do you hate most in the world and why? Wow, that's a tough one. Hate is a strong word when you take it seriously, and I don't like to think that I might actually hate anyone. With that caveat, though, and ruling out your more obvious suspects like Hitler and bin Laden, I'd have to say that I am feeling a very strong dislike toward John Lee Malvo, the sniper kid. But then again, since he doesn't seem to actually possess any human qualities, he might not qualify as a "person."

Who do you love most in the world and why? That's almost a more impossible thing than picking someone I hate. Again, there are many candidates, among them the person who invented ice cream, and Aaron Sorkin, but if you force me to choose just one, I would have to say my mother, for too many reasons to list.

More to come, though I probably only have one more entry's worth, before I have to start coming up with my own things to write about. So if there is anything you want to know, now is the time to ask...

There are many fun pictures of Kymm's birthday party here and here, and here is one more!

(I should give you fair warning, though, that the above links include pictures of me dancing with a scabbard balanced on my head while I am totally working the Kansas farm girl thing with my choice of dress and hairstyle. They may amuse you, but they have the ability to frighten as well. Don't kid yourselves.)

But here's an innocuous one of me and Colleen. Go harass her to write more! Thank you.


...it's just like me not to understand

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