Made in Richmond

October 2006: approx. 140lbs.

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July 2007: approx. 115lbs.

Quite a difference. Especially in that whole chin area.

For some reason, my web team got the urge to change some things.

You’ll notice a slightly different look, as well as a recent comments section, archives, and an about me page.

I’m over responding to comments within the comment because it’s confusing. So I will just comment like a normal person now.

All of those things were probably not very exciting, so here’s a cute picture to make it up to you:

I’ve been reading dooce for a couple years. I can’t tell you why I love her, but I do. I’ve become thoroughly invested in her life, as have many. Today, when a co-worker came and told me about this post, I actually got a lump in my throat. It’s odd how I can hurt for a woman I’ve never met.

Shooter loves letters. Not reading them, eating them. Whenever we’re holding a piece of mail, he tries to take it out of our hands to chew it up. Most of the time when he does this, we find a piece of junk mail to give to him because 1) He doesn’t ask for much and 2) We love to encourage bad behavior. I like to hand him a letter and say, “Quick! Take this to the commissioner!” and off he trots to shred the paper apart. In fact it’s become such a ritual in our house that Shooter gets very excited whenever we bring in the mail. So you can imagine his excitement when Ross came home with the goods from the Murphys P.O. box. As Ross was going through the mail with them via video iChat (OMG AWESOME TO SEE THEM), Shooter kept demanding his urgent letter. Here he is with his charge:

I think the commissioner is going to have trouble reading that.

Go here to see how I just spent 45 minutes.

*Blush*

The majority of my life is too awesome to let a few assy people throw me off.

I got this in the mail today:

Yes, that’s a smiley face! See why I love my doctor?

The results:

Not anemic.

Liver and kidneys look good.

Good cholesterol is at 62 (Goal is above 50)

Bad cholesterol is at 123 (Goal is less than 100)

Triglycerides are at 105 (Goal is less than 160)

I’m not thrilled about the bad cholesterol, but it’s not surprising considering how I ate for the first 25 years of my life.

Onward and upward…or downward in this case.

Stardust!

We saw it tonight at the Byrd and it was 128 minutes of delicious, fantastical fun. And I only thought about squirrels a couple times.

Those were the words Ross uttered upon realizing that…

A SQUIRREL WAS IN OUR OFFICE.

YES.

A SQUIRREL WAS IN OUR OFFICE.

And we have no idea how it got there.

We are aware that something was potentially still trapped in our ceiling when we patched up the exterior hole on Sunday. And we know that there was, in fact, a squirrel in OUR HOUSE. But we can’t find the means of entrance from the ceiling and into our living space.

I WANT TO DIE.

***UPDATE***

Ross managed to get the squirrel out by opening the office window from the outside. The furry friend bolted out. Upon closer inspection tonight, we think either the squirrel somehow made it down the chimney OR came through the large gap between the ceiling and the ceiling fan.

I’m just hoping that I wake up to no squirrely noises tomorrow…or squirrely bodies on my face.