Happy Birthday to Me!

Today will be a very good day. I woke to about seven birthday messages from dear friends on email (some serious cards, some snarky comments, pretty much par for my group) and a DVD copy of Raising Arizona from DH. This man totally understands me.I find, from IMDb, that I share a birthday with Elisabeth Shue, Jeremy Sisto, and that yummy Welshman I’ve already drooled over, Ioan Gruffud....
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Worn Out

I’m whipped.Part of it has to do with school–I feel like a hamster on a wheel lately, working and working and working and not seeming to get much of anywhere. My writing life is resting quietly by the wall, slowly being overtaken by mental kudzu. There’s a novel in there, but if I don’t get out the machete soon, it’ll get eaten alive. On top of that, crazy people...
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Today Would Have Been…

…my grandfather’s 97th birthday. He was a small town doctor in South Carolina, the kind of man you could call on the phone for a diagnosis. One time he told me he hoped I would write a great story. He said, “like Gone With the Wind, something people would enjoy.”This is for sure: she won’t be in hoop skirts and it won’t be set in the Civil War and Lord knows...
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Why I Love Birthday Week

It won’t be my birthday until Thursday, but I’m within striking distance, so I figure the celebrations can begin early. Last night, DH and I kick off the fun with a couple of good friends at the best Italian restaurant in Central Florida, Enzo’s on the Lake. Steve, the Italian, had never been there. I think he’s a convert. I had the Bucatini alla Enzo while the rest of...
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The Bed List/The Dinner List

BED LIST: STUART TOWNSENDStuart Townsend doesn’t get nearly the press he should. Yum. I think I fell for him as Dorian Gray in The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (which, by the way, is underrated fun as long as you’re willing not only to suspend disbelief, but slip it a mickey and let it crash on your couch for about two hours), but I’m excited I’ll have more...
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Croup Dogg

Baby girl wakes up calling for the seals. Bark. Bark. Bark. She appears to have croup. Time to call in for a sub and play Florence Nightgown, as my mom used to say. DS is happy since he gets to wake up later and go to school at a normal time, rather than the crack of dawn like usual, and DD is loving the whole stay-on-the-sofa-and-watch-DVDs vibe du jour.Of course, in less than an hour she...
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