janetlin: (Craft)
I made a skirt for Morgan.



I love that fabric. It's "quilting" (don't get me started on quilting endeavors taking over my fabric stores, grr) cotton and I found it in the calicoes, but it feels almost like muslin, soft and a little fuzzy. That coupled with the pastel, almost faded, colors gives it a "lived-in" look right off the bat.

Morgan likes it.

janetlin: (Craft)
So I'm making this dress


in white with purple polka dots, and solid dark purple trim.

Here's my fabric


oh my god it has a nap!! (non-sewers: see how the shades shift from light to dark but then go straight back to light? That means it has a right-way-up) Arrgh. :(

Okay, so I have to lay everything down top-to-bottom instead of turning some upside down to fit side by side - other crafty types know how that goes. Fortunately, the (always rather liberal) layout in the instructions says to do it like that, anyway, so at least I'm not short on yardage.

As I'm pinning it down, I notice that the waistline notation on the front piece is ON A DIFFERENT COLOR ROW than the waist on the back piece. Oh noes!

So now I'm unpinning the back piece to shift it down until the waistline is on the same row. *facepalm*

I could have worn it quite happily, until I noticed that. Now it would bug me and I'd never be able to _not_ see that the shade was different on either side of the side seam.
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
At this point I'm so far behind on my Friends page I'm not sure I'll ever catch up.

Nightmare Circle was fantastic. I didn't get kidnapped or sacrificed, but I very nearly did get a permanent derangement. Next time, Gadget!

Mom flew in on New Year's eve after a hellacious day of airport delays. Poor thing. Alan and I went out with two of his friends that evening and had _fantastic_ Italian food for dinner and then went up to the roof of a hotel in the city and stood by the pool with champagne while we watched fireworks shot off from Sky Tower. You know, this southern hemisphere in winter thing is pretty darn cool.

The only downside of Mom being here now is that the sewing is ON. Apparently on New Year's day she was stressing and I guess I must have somehow picked that up because I declined to stay and play some quick and dirty D&D with our hosts and [livejournal.com profile] dariyan and told Alan that we really probably should head home earlier than the vague evening-ish time we'd given his folks and Mom as our ETA.

The vests for the groomsmen are shaping up nicely. I'm looking forward to [livejournal.com profile] allova being here on Monday so we can get her bodice attached to her skirt and finally see if reality matches up with the image I have in my head.

We met with the photographer this morning to talk about which pictures we wanted taken where. Everyone _assures_ me that it will brighten up by the wedding (as we want most of our bridal party shots taken outside and if the grass is even remotely wet there's no way that's happening in my dress).

Two weeks today. Suddenly it seems much more imminent now. Like, it was, "la de da, it's not til next month, everything is cool" and now it's like OMG INSERT BRIDEZILLA HERE.

Honestly, though, I have absolute faith that everything will indeed come together beautifully. I just don't like this frenzy as a deadline approaches. This is usually the point at which I decide whatever is in the offing will either happen or not and I go stick my head in the sand until it all blows over. Three guesses as to how well that mentality serves me in regards to school papers. Yeah.

Speaking of which, I wonder if grades are posted yet...

One week til [livejournal.com profile] trustme1013 flies in, whee!! And the next day Dad and Rew arrive, and promptly turn around and swan off to the South Island to have FUN while Mom and I and everyone else around us goes batshit. How dare they.

I've been helping Alan do the gardening around his folks' house, to help earn money for his ticket back to the States. Time is, of course, running out for him to be able to actually fly back with Morgan and me, but maybe we'll only have to wait a couple/few weeks for him. Nice as it would be not to _have_ to wait, considering the usual gap between our trips is three to six months, this doesn't sound too incredibly bad. In the meantime it's actually kind of nice to help him, especially as most of it involves weeding and raking pine needles and then burning the refuse. Mmm, smoke. And I love the sizzling sound when you put something green onto the fire and the water in it flashes to steam.

Morgan is having a gas. She loves going swimming every day, and is proving she has her father's skin by developing a shocking tan despite how much we slather her with sunblock. I'm quite jealous. I spent fifteen minutes watching her swim a couple days ago and now have a sunburn on my right shoulder and upper chest. *&%#(^$ Scandinavian complexion.

Oh, speaking of Morgan, the latest cuteness: Apparently she found the flashlight Mom had tried to hide from her to keep her from running down the batteries. Mom was telling us about this and said, "I tried to hide it from her, but..." an shook her head, looking at Morgan. Morgan looks puzzled and says, "Why were you hiding it from my butt?" :) Ah, homophones.

Tomorrow is the family trip to the beach (IN JANUARY!!!) and Sunday Alan and Morgan and Mom and I are going to faff around in Rotorua while fruitbat_mum is at a croquet tournament, so the hustle bustle of sewing and gardening will be pushed aside for a while. Mom could use the break, though it seem a little hard for her to relax what with worrying about Grandma back at home.

Alan would like to use his computer before we go to bed (the audacity!) so I'll scoot off now.
janetlin: (Happily ever after)
At this point I'm so far behind on my Friends page I'm not sure I'll ever catch up.

Nightmare Circle was fantastic. I didn't get kidnapped or sacrificed, but I very nearly did get a permanent derangement. Next time, Gadget!

Mom flew in on New Year's eve after a hellacious day of airport delays. Poor thing. Alan and I went out with two of his friends that evening and had _fantastic_ Italian food for dinner and then went up to the roof of a hotel in the city and stood by the pool with champagne while we watched fireworks shot off from Sky Tower. You know, this southern hemisphere in winter thing is pretty darn cool.

The only downside of Mom being here now is that the sewing is ON. Apparently on New Year's day she was stressing and I guess I must have somehow picked that up because I declined to stay and play some quick and dirty D&D with our hosts and [livejournal.com profile] dariyan and told Alan that we really probably should head home earlier than the vague evening-ish time we'd given his folks and Mom as our ETA.

The vests for the groomsmen are shaping up nicely. I'm looking forward to [livejournal.com profile] allova being here on Monday so we can get her bodice attached to her skirt and finally see if reality matches up with the image I have in my head.

We met with the photographer this morning to talk about which pictures we wanted taken where. Everyone _assures_ me that it will brighten up by the wedding (as we want most of our bridal party shots taken outside and if the grass is even remotely wet there's no way that's happening in my dress).

Two weeks today. Suddenly it seems much more imminent now. Like, it was, "la de da, it's not til next month, everything is cool" and now it's like OMG INSERT BRIDEZILLA HERE.

Honestly, though, I have absolute faith that everything will indeed come together beautifully. I just don't like this frenzy as a deadline approaches. This is usually the point at which I decide whatever is in the offing will either happen or not and I go stick my head in the sand until it all blows over. Three guesses as to how well that mentality serves me in regards to school papers. Yeah.

Speaking of which, I wonder if grades are posted yet...

One week til [livejournal.com profile] trustme1013 flies in, whee!! And the next day Dad and Rew arrive, and promptly turn around and swan off to the South Island to have FUN while Mom and I and everyone else around us goes batshit. How dare they.

I've been helping Alan do the gardening around his folks' house, to help earn money for his ticket back to the States. Time is, of course, running out for him to be able to actually fly back with Morgan and me, but maybe we'll only have to wait a couple/few weeks for him. Nice as it would be not to _have_ to wait, considering the usual gap between our trips is three to six months, this doesn't sound too incredibly bad. In the meantime it's actually kind of nice to help him, especially as most of it involves weeding and raking pine needles and then burning the refuse. Mmm, smoke. And I love the sizzling sound when you put something green onto the fire and the water in it flashes to steam.

Morgan is having a gas. She loves going swimming every day, and is proving she has her father's skin by developing a shocking tan despite how much we slather her with sunblock. I'm quite jealous. I spent fifteen minutes watching her swim a couple days ago and now have a sunburn on my right shoulder and upper chest. *&%#(^$ Scandinavian complexion.

Oh, speaking of Morgan, the latest cuteness: Apparently she found the flashlight Mom had tried to hide from her to keep her from running down the batteries. Mom was telling us about this and said, "I tried to hide it from her, but..." an shook her head, looking at Morgan. Morgan looks puzzled and says, "Why were you hiding it from my butt?" :) Ah, homophones.

Tomorrow is the family trip to the beach (IN JANUARY!!!) and Sunday Alan and Morgan and Mom and I are going to faff around in Rotorua while fruitbat_mum is at a croquet tournament, so the hustle bustle of sewing and gardening will be pushed aside for a while. Mom could use the break, though it seem a little hard for her to relax what with worrying about Grandma back at home.

Alan would like to use his computer before we go to bed (the audacity!) so I'll scoot off now.
janetlin: (Sewing)
I spent most of yesterday and today making Morgan a new dress. She loves it (yay!) and wouldn't take it off. But, she says, "I need a pocket and a handle and a ribbon. I _told_ you." So I made her a pocket with a handle, which she also loves. See? Yes, honey, but we want to see your face. There we go. It doesn't come through that great in the photos, but the centers of those little white flowers are pink, so thus the pink daisy chain ribbon. The invisible zipper is pink, too, but it's "invisible" so it doesn't really matter.

Also, since Morgan was in such a picture-taking mood I of course had to oblige her.picspam! )
janetlin: (Sewing)
I spent most of yesterday and today making Morgan a new dress. She loves it (yay!) and wouldn't take it off. But, she says, "I need a pocket and a handle and a ribbon. I _told_ you." So I made her a pocket with a handle, which she also loves. See? Yes, honey, but we want to see your face. There we go. It doesn't come through that great in the photos, but the centers of those little white flowers are pink, so thus the pink daisy chain ribbon. The invisible zipper is pink, too, but it's "invisible" so it doesn't really matter.

Also, since Morgan was in such a picture-taking mood I of course had to oblige her.picspam! )
janetlin: (Wedding: Dress)
Gosh my LJ exploded today. I had to scroll back three pages on my friends page to get caught up and I was ONLY IN SAN FRANCISCO FOR A FEW HOURS!! Yipes.

So yes, the trip into the City was to go to Britex to find material for my gown and my bridesmaids' dresses. I was having a hard time explaining to Mom the shade of green I wanted for my girls. Then we walked past the oriental brocades and this one in peacock blue and green jumped out at me and I was like "omg that's the green I want!" So we grabbed the roll and went up to the second floor and started poking around the polyesters and satins until I found one that was a lovely weight and the right color and has a bit of a shine and I was sold. Apparently the color I wanted is called "pistachio," which I feel silly for not thinking of before. I was like "it's not quite as dark as 'clover' but 'celery' is too light and too yellow..." Mom says it makes her think of the inside of an avocado. ... Not sure I'm doing a very good job of selling it here, but srsly it's gorgeous and come January most of you will see what I'm talking about.

Anyway, as we were carrying around the brocade, Mom decided it would work really well for the mother of the bride. Hmm. I hadn't been thinking about it as dress material, just a sample of the color I wanted, but oh. Oh! It looks _amazing_ on her. It totally wouldn't work on me but Mom has more color in her skin (what with spending six months out of the year in Mexico for the last three years or whatever) and she's where I get my green eyes and it's just _wow_. She won't outshine me as the bride because I'm the _bride_ and, much as some may worry about it, no one outshines the bride no matter what they wear. But if this weren't my wedding, yeah. Every person we walked past as we were carrying it around was all, "wow, that's gorgeous!" Now Mom and I both just _really_ need to hit the sit-ups. ;)

Also found some creamy crepe-back satin and chiffon that move the way I want ('cause I intend to dance, man!). And I've realized that what I want to do with my hair (which grew out of Mom asking me if I was going to have a veil, since we were there by the chiffon and organza and whatnot) is really quite thirties-forties ish. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Heh. And I think I won't have a veil. I did last time and it hid my hair through most of the evening and it just seems silly to bother with a nifty 'do and then cover it up. Also the general sentiment in bridal mags and forums seems to be skip the veil for a second wedding. Totally cool with me.

I continue to be surprised at how... laid-back I am about this wedding. Maybe 'cause I've "been there, done that" and thus don't feel the need to stick to details and be super-traditional and formal. I just want the whole mood to be fun (though not to the point of being silly and off-the-cuff); it's a summertime wedding and just... everybody be groovy, for lack of a better word.

Also, UPS delivered the invitations to my apartment while we were out. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOMGTHISISREALLYHAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!

... okay, so maybe I'm not quite so laid-back about it...
janetlin: (Wedding: Dress)
Gosh my LJ exploded today. I had to scroll back three pages on my friends page to get caught up and I was ONLY IN SAN FRANCISCO FOR A FEW HOURS!! Yipes.

So yes, the trip into the City was to go to Britex to find material for my gown and my bridesmaids' dresses. I was having a hard time explaining to Mom the shade of green I wanted for my girls. Then we walked past the oriental brocades and this one in peacock blue and green jumped out at me and I was like "omg that's the green I want!" So we grabbed the roll and went up to the second floor and started poking around the polyesters and satins until I found one that was a lovely weight and the right color and has a bit of a shine and I was sold. Apparently the color I wanted is called "pistachio," which I feel silly for not thinking of before. I was like "it's not quite as dark as 'clover' but 'celery' is too light and too yellow..." Mom says it makes her think of the inside of an avocado. ... Not sure I'm doing a very good job of selling it here, but srsly it's gorgeous and come January most of you will see what I'm talking about.

Anyway, as we were carrying around the brocade, Mom decided it would work really well for the mother of the bride. Hmm. I hadn't been thinking about it as dress material, just a sample of the color I wanted, but oh. Oh! It looks _amazing_ on her. It totally wouldn't work on me but Mom has more color in her skin (what with spending six months out of the year in Mexico for the last three years or whatever) and she's where I get my green eyes and it's just _wow_. She won't outshine me as the bride because I'm the _bride_ and, much as some may worry about it, no one outshines the bride no matter what they wear. But if this weren't my wedding, yeah. Every person we walked past as we were carrying it around was all, "wow, that's gorgeous!" Now Mom and I both just _really_ need to hit the sit-ups. ;)

Also found some creamy crepe-back satin and chiffon that move the way I want ('cause I intend to dance, man!). And I've realized that what I want to do with my hair (which grew out of Mom asking me if I was going to have a veil, since we were there by the chiffon and organza and whatnot) is really quite thirties-forties ish. Not sure if that's a good or bad thing. Heh. And I think I won't have a veil. I did last time and it hid my hair through most of the evening and it just seems silly to bother with a nifty 'do and then cover it up. Also the general sentiment in bridal mags and forums seems to be skip the veil for a second wedding. Totally cool with me.

I continue to be surprised at how... laid-back I am about this wedding. Maybe 'cause I've "been there, done that" and thus don't feel the need to stick to details and be super-traditional and formal. I just want the whole mood to be fun (though not to the point of being silly and off-the-cuff); it's a summertime wedding and just... everybody be groovy, for lack of a better word.

Also, UPS delivered the invitations to my apartment while we were out. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOMGTHISISREALLYHAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!

... okay, so maybe I'm not quite so laid-back about it...
janetlin: (Holiday: Christmas)
For Christmas, I made stockings for Morgan and Alan, to match the one my mom made for me my first Christmas. I told Alan I was making one for Morgan, and did the embroidery on her name at home, but his I kept super-sekrit (snuck it into the house and hid it inside my sewing box). Christmas Eve we hung mine and Morgan's, and a store-bought red one with a white furry cuff for Alan. We set out cookies and milk for Santa and put Morgan to bed, then stuffed them all and went to bed ourselves. I had intended to stay awake until Alan had fallen asleep, then sneak out to transfer the presents to his new stocking, but I was too wiped. Luckily I had to wake up at a godawful early hour of the morning, and took my chance to do it then, and snuck back into bed.

Alan woke up to do yoga and so I got up with him, supposedly to do yoga as well, but really just to see his reaction to the new stocking. He smiled obligingly, but said he had figured that I'd made him one as well as Morgan because of how late I came home that night (yes, with the drama of trying to find material and then having to _remake_ Morgan's and one of mom's, I was out quite late). So boo for a spoiled surprise, but at least he does like it.
janetlin: (Holiday: Christmas)
For Christmas, I made stockings for Morgan and Alan, to match the one my mom made for me my first Christmas. I told Alan I was making one for Morgan, and did the embroidery on her name at home, but his I kept super-sekrit (snuck it into the house and hid it inside my sewing box). Christmas Eve we hung mine and Morgan's, and a store-bought red one with a white furry cuff for Alan. We set out cookies and milk for Santa and put Morgan to bed, then stuffed them all and went to bed ourselves. I had intended to stay awake until Alan had fallen asleep, then sneak out to transfer the presents to his new stocking, but I was too wiped. Luckily I had to wake up at a godawful early hour of the morning, and took my chance to do it then, and snuck back into bed.

Alan woke up to do yoga and so I got up with him, supposedly to do yoga as well, but really just to see his reaction to the new stocking. He smiled obligingly, but said he had figured that I'd made him one as well as Morgan because of how late I came home that night (yes, with the drama of trying to find material and then having to _remake_ Morgan's and one of mom's, I was out quite late). So boo for a spoiled surprise, but at least he does like it.
janetlin: (Dress)
For those of you not in the comm who might have been curious how the dress I was making for my English class turned out, I talk about it here.
janetlin: (Dress)
For those of you not in the comm who might have been curious how the dress I was making for my English class turned out, I talk about it here.
janetlin: (Craft)
I have such a bizarre yen to do something crafty. Not, like, twirl-your-moustache-and-smirk kind of crafty, but like, crafts. Like, I want desperately to do some embroidery or cross-stitching. Apparently it has to be needlework, 'cause I've been feeling this way for about a week and every time I do, I look at the box containing my yarn for crocheting Handmade Hugs, and I just go, "eh, no." I blame Victorian fiction for filling my head with images of ladies sitting around in the parlor, chatting over needlework. Never mind that neither of the books I have read or am reading include any such scene, it's just the _feeling_ I get from them. Yarg, must find a project and then find a way to justify doing it. It will probably, therefore, end up being something Disney Princess-related, for Morgan's bedroom. Unless I can find a kit for something that will work in with the photo collage wall in my front room. Hmm.
janetlin: (Craft)
I have such a bizarre yen to do something crafty. Not, like, twirl-your-moustache-and-smirk kind of crafty, but like, crafts. Like, I want desperately to do some embroidery or cross-stitching. Apparently it has to be needlework, 'cause I've been feeling this way for about a week and every time I do, I look at the box containing my yarn for crocheting Handmade Hugs, and I just go, "eh, no." I blame Victorian fiction for filling my head with images of ladies sitting around in the parlor, chatting over needlework. Never mind that neither of the books I have read or am reading include any such scene, it's just the _feeling_ I get from them. Yarg, must find a project and then find a way to justify doing it. It will probably, therefore, end up being something Disney Princess-related, for Morgan's bedroom. Unless I can find a kit for something that will work in with the photo collage wall in my front room. Hmm.
janetlin: (Craft)
This morning was _cold_. Like, low sixties cold (which is cold indeed for Sacramento in August). And windy. WTF?

Anyway, it reminded me exactly what time of year it was. Last year during the Hurricane Katrina kerfluffle, I remember hearing about all the families who had lost their homes and all their possessions, and it got me thinking about which of my possessions I would miss the most if it all were suddenly taken away from me. I happened to be thinking about this as I was working in Morgan's room, putting clothes away and folding blankets. And I realized that was it; Morgan has several hand-made afghans and blankets (as do I). Clothes, toys, furniture: all those can be replaced easily. But these blankets that were made by hand, with love in every stitch... I have long believed that when you give somebody something you made with your own hands - especially if it's something like a blanket, scarf, clothes, etc. - every time they wrap themselves in it, it's like they're being hugged by you. And while I'm sure the grey blankets I saw the Red Cross handing out were sufficient as far as keeping one warm, they just wouldn't calm the soul as much as something so personal and familiar as a hand-made one. And then I heard about the hospitals full of babies and children who were now orphaned, and that did it. Nobody deserves Handmade Hugs more than them. So I went down to Wal-Mart and bought several skeins of yarn and started crocheting.

So it's getting around to that time of year again, and I realized that - while hopefully not on as large a scale - the same thing could happen again somewhere else in the world. So I bought new yarn today and will start once again. I'm sure the Red Cross will be able to find babies who need to be Hugged.
janetlin: (Craft)
This morning was _cold_. Like, low sixties cold (which is cold indeed for Sacramento in August). And windy. WTF?

Anyway, it reminded me exactly what time of year it was. Last year during the Hurricane Katrina kerfluffle, I remember hearing about all the families who had lost their homes and all their possessions, and it got me thinking about which of my possessions I would miss the most if it all were suddenly taken away from me. I happened to be thinking about this as I was working in Morgan's room, putting clothes away and folding blankets. And I realized that was it; Morgan has several hand-made afghans and blankets (as do I). Clothes, toys, furniture: all those can be replaced easily. But these blankets that were made by hand, with love in every stitch... I have long believed that when you give somebody something you made with your own hands - especially if it's something like a blanket, scarf, clothes, etc. - every time they wrap themselves in it, it's like they're being hugged by you. And while I'm sure the grey blankets I saw the Red Cross handing out were sufficient as far as keeping one warm, they just wouldn't calm the soul as much as something so personal and familiar as a hand-made one. And then I heard about the hospitals full of babies and children who were now orphaned, and that did it. Nobody deserves Handmade Hugs more than them. So I went down to Wal-Mart and bought several skeins of yarn and started crocheting.

So it's getting around to that time of year again, and I realized that - while hopefully not on as large a scale - the same thing could happen again somewhere else in the world. So I bought new yarn today and will start once again. I'm sure the Red Cross will be able to find babies who need to be Hugged.
janetlin: (legs)
And I don't really have much to talk about, because my brain is so *wibble* about the fact that it's ONLY TEN DAYS! *goes running around the apartment screaming*

Really, I should go running around the apartment _cleaning_. But that would require somewhat coherent thought which my brain just can't seem to manage at the moment. Besides, what kind of Goddess of Procrastination would I be if I started cleaning this far in advance? Honestly! That's what large closets and under-the-bed spaces are for, anyway....

To further my procrastination, I've all but decided to start working on the cute summery dress I've had the pattern and material for since before I got pregnant with Morgan. In fact, I think I've had the fixin's for this dress since shortly after I met Alan, which - for those of you who haven't heard the story (has anyone in the world _not_ heard the story?) - was _four_ years ago. Geez. Too long to let pretty material like that just sit around in a box. And I think him taking me out to the Cheesecake Factory at some point is a very good excuse to dress up.

The other reason why I had let the dream of this dress just sort of languish is that I didn't want to make it until I'd settled back to my normal size. Which I pretty much have now. Been having shakes for breakfast because it's too much effort to actually _make_ anything, and lo and behold, when I went to the doctor's a few weeks ago and they weighed me, I was 135 (pre-preg was 130). Wow. Ten pounds, just *pff*! I hadn't actively been trying or anything, certainly not exercising nor intentionally monitoring my intake. (Yes, I can feel those chiding looks, [livejournal.com profile] starfirenz and [livejournal.com profile] alphadsnz_fb.) And last night while Morgan and I were up there for dinner, my dad asked me, "Have you been losing weight?" Scales are one thing, me discovering that my old clothes fit again another, but for someone _else_ to actually notice... Now I'm not feeling so bad about being in a swimsuit out on the boats inside of two weeks.

Oh, and WoW? Is eating my brain. World of Warcrack, indeed.

Oooh, and I almost forgot: my shiny new Princess Bride moodtheme. Must post entries so have excuse to use them all.....
janetlin: (legs)
And I don't really have much to talk about, because my brain is so *wibble* about the fact that it's ONLY TEN DAYS! *goes running around the apartment screaming*

Really, I should go running around the apartment _cleaning_. But that would require somewhat coherent thought which my brain just can't seem to manage at the moment. Besides, what kind of Goddess of Procrastination would I be if I started cleaning this far in advance? Honestly! That's what large closets and under-the-bed spaces are for, anyway....

To further my procrastination, I've all but decided to start working on the cute summery dress I've had the pattern and material for since before I got pregnant with Morgan. In fact, I think I've had the fixin's for this dress since shortly after I met Alan, which - for those of you who haven't heard the story (has anyone in the world _not_ heard the story?) - was _four_ years ago. Geez. Too long to let pretty material like that just sit around in a box. And I think him taking me out to the Cheesecake Factory at some point is a very good excuse to dress up.

The other reason why I had let the dream of this dress just sort of languish is that I didn't want to make it until I'd settled back to my normal size. Which I pretty much have now. Been having shakes for breakfast because it's too much effort to actually _make_ anything, and lo and behold, when I went to the doctor's a few weeks ago and they weighed me, I was 135 (pre-preg was 130). Wow. Ten pounds, just *pff*! I hadn't actively been trying or anything, certainly not exercising nor intentionally monitoring my intake. (Yes, I can feel those chiding looks, [livejournal.com profile] starfirenz and [livejournal.com profile] alphadsnz_fb.) And last night while Morgan and I were up there for dinner, my dad asked me, "Have you been losing weight?" Scales are one thing, me discovering that my old clothes fit again another, but for someone _else_ to actually notice... Now I'm not feeling so bad about being in a swimsuit out on the boats inside of two weeks.

Oh, and WoW? Is eating my brain. World of Warcrack, indeed.

Oooh, and I almost forgot: my shiny new Princess Bride moodtheme. Must post entries so have excuse to use them all.....

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