(that reminds me of The Carpenters' intro to White Christmas -- "...the orange and palm trees sway. There has never been such a day in Beverly Hills L.A. But it's December the 24th, and I'm longing to be up north. I'm dreaming of a white Christmas...") ANYway...
Eeeek! I start my new job on Monday and I'm nervous - more about how my kids are going to act while Tam is trying to train me than anything else. That's the good and the bad about working from home. I get to be at home with my girls; but, I get to be at home with my girls. LOL I can't tell you how many times I've had Elizabeth pitching a fit in the background while I was on the phone with Columbia Ultimate support -- they're used to it now. Hopefully iVillage will be the same -- though I don't think I'll be on the phone with anyone much.
I'm also worried about my friend, Rebecca. She's having a D&C on Monday to get a rogue IUD out of her. I hate those things and really hate that this one has hurt my friend. And I doubly hate that my miscarriage kept her from sharing it with me until yesterday. Not that I'm the only person she has to talk to -- but you know how you know you need to tell someone something but the timing doesn't seem right and so there's this "wall" there or you avoid them? That is a sucky feeling.
I think I'm in a scrapping mood today. I'll try to get through July of 2003. Doing this digitally moves a lot more quickly than doing it on paper. Brad is in the garage going through cross-stitch stuff trying to figure out what he wants to do next. I'm wondering if we won't end up at Stitch-n-Time today trying to find "the perfect project" for him. Wish I could convince him to finish Mirabilia's "Santa's Magic" for me.
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