Idyllic Chick

OMG I had the greatest birth-week! Birth-two-weeks, even! Good food, good friends, good gifts, good gawd. Which reminds me that we're doing a proposal at work for the Assembly of God. It's been really hard for me to type 'God' instead of gawd.
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I don't think the birthdays I have in Outlook are synching with my Treo. They definitely aren't synching. Outlook clearly shows that today is Ed's birthday, but the pda has heard of no such thing. So happy birthday, Ed! I'm sorry I almost missed it. I'll be retyping in all of the September birthdays in honor of your special day.
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Just down the county road from us there is a golf cart for sale. I want it. I want it because this is not your average golf cart. This is the limo of all golf carts. It is three benches long, and would easily seat six people and two coolers of beer. I will build a little dirt road along the outside boundary of our property on which to drive the golf cart. I will put strings of little fuzzy balls all around the roof of it. I'll pile tipsy friends into the golf cart during parties and drive them on a tour of the local gopher tortoise holes.
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Fiber Fest was so cool! Lorena and I didn't know what to expect. I have to admit that the organization of it was quite a bit different than the way we have come to expect with SciFi conventions. But it all came together beautifully, and everyone was fabulous to us. Most especially our new cult-member, Beth. Hi Beth! I got some of the future felted tote done, and a goodly bit of the Chicken Viking hat. Oh, and I came just this close to finishing a sock. A chunky sock, but a sock nonetheless.
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I’m rabidly working on another banner. This one (Actually two, since it'll be double sided) is for the Klingons. It’s going to be more difficult to pull off than the Boba Fett one, but it’ll be fancier and more purdy. Prudier? Eh, more purdy.
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After not yet being able to jump onto the bed by himself, and even after Chris tried to teach him an easier route, Schroeder figured it out last night. He was pretty proud of himself. Reasonably so.