Am I really as neurotic as I feel?

Dates and randoms

Three years and five days ago, I posted my first blog on motime.  As I was filling out the various fields to start up this whole blog thing, it asked for the title or something.  My first entry was about potato soup, my food of the week at the time.  So that's what I filled in as the title, assuming it was the title of the blog entry...not the whole blog.  But I went with it after I realized what the title was for, and I like it.  Now I'm almost to 20,000 views. Y'all rock.

One year and five days ago, my dog died.  I still cry when I think about the bup, or when I dust his urn, or see certain dog food commercials on TV.  It's usually just one of those very brief, intense crying sessions, a microburst of tears.  I know some people think it's silly to be so attached to an animal.  It's just an animal.  But pets are so much more.  This may be the cynic in me, but I tend to believe that pure love exists only with animals and children.  True love, no.  Pure love, yes.  There is a difference.

Twenty-five years and nineteen days ago, my grandfather, through a haze of alcohol and depression, decided the world would be better off without him.  The one memory I had of him for so many years was dismissed as fantasy when I came across a photograph that was the setting of that memory.  He was an amazing man, very dedicated to serving his country and raising his family right.  As a young man, he walked ten miles in the cold, just after a blizzard and before the snowplows could go through and phone lines could be repaired, to be with his future bride on her eighteenth birthday.  But the war, genetics, and alcohol eventually won.  This has left me with so many emotions that I've never been able to shake, and probably never will.  Who knew a man I don't remember could have such an impact on me?

We were sans electricity for 17 hours Saturday evening to Sunday morning.  My only concern (well, other than when the power would come back on) (okay, and when I would make the tiramisu for the Oscar party) was the food in the fridge, but that's what coolers and the cold outdoors are for.  About 20,000 people are still without power as we prep for round two, but we'll see how bad we get hit.  It could be bad, it could be not so bad.  The tiramisu was good, btw.

David Sedaris is a fantastic writer.  He and Amy are beyond entertaining.

I'm making a bread beer tonight.  It's a very basic recipe, but I've never made it before, and the recipe is sort of my own menagerie of ingredients, so we'll see how it turns out.

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I was visiting the family this weekend for my nephew's 5th birthday (five!  He's almost five!) and my parents' dishwasher was having some issues.  I pronounced it dead with the "surgeon removes mask and shakes head with sad look on face" move, but after some work, my dad managed to bring it back to life.  My nephew, of course, is one of us and had to help with the repair work.  After dad was finished fixing it, I went into the kitchen and said, "So did you fix it?"

To which my nephew replied, "Yep, and Papa helped!"

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C-O-L-T-S Colts Colts Colts!!!

Fantastic!  Did you guys see Bob's interception?  That was awesome!

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I'm going to attempt to grow my hair out.  This is big news.  I've had short short hair for about a year and a half, short hair for over a couple years (maybe almost three?), longish short hair for around 6...basically, my hair hasn't even been close to my shoulders for at least 10 years.  I have at least 4-6 months of awkward hair to look forward to.  I'm not known for my patience in such matters.  I asked D when she would start taking bets as to when I give up and cut it all off.  She just laughed.  But I'm pretty sure I gave her an idea.

You suppose I could get half the pool money?

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