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Marcy & Todd
Travis' Communion
Sheriff Richard Graduates
St. Patrick's Day
Spring Fling Party
Cloisters Trip

Endless Winter...

This is the winter from hell. Just when we couldn't stand the grey, frigid, endless winter we were given a brief taste of spring, only to have it snow two more times. The sun is shining finally and it had better last this time or I will find those responsible.

Long time, no update. I really have to say that doing this for a living sucks all the joy out of it and if there was a way I could do *anything* else for money these days I'd be on it like white on rice. I'd also like to get a job that involves getting up and moving around every once in a while dammit. Preferably outside in the fresh air. I wonder if the garden center is hiring.

Obviously, since the first update link on this page deals with the photos of the event, Marcy and Todd have done the deed. As I type this, Mr. and Mrs. Palino are directing the movers on where to put the furniture as they move into their new love shack. (Some shack. We should all be so lucky.) The wedding was absolutely wonderful, as about six dozen people who actually bother to update their websites have already pointed out. Big ups to Michele for her work on the flowers. My god, everything from the bouquets, to the centerpieces, down to Marcy's post wedding hair piece was awash in floral beauty. If poor Michele ever sees another rose, I'm sure it will be far too soon. Darcy gets major kudos for her superb smashing of the Bonky Thing.TM Next time I get married, I'm going to hire her too. (Actually, next time I think about getting married, I shall hire her to smash *me*!) Faith and Elf made great attendants for the happy couple, and the only time I couldn't hold back the tears was during Elf's toast. Darn her to heck. Marcy and Todd are by far two of the bestest people on this earth, and all of us here in Salim's Lot wish them every happiness, much love and a bare minimum of home owner related difficulties.

In a couple of weeks, we'll be having a huge dumpster delivered in order to clean out accumulated junk and hopefully get this house up for sale. If I could pick this place up and move it, I would do it in a heartbeat, but neither John nor I can stand living here anymore. The street is too damned busy, the town is going to hell and I'm tired of myriad bushwash within the school system. (It's just such a grand experience to have one of your kid's teachers arrested for kiddie porn, lemmee tell ya.) Ideally, we'd find something we like (and can afford) within the same county, but if not we're shooting for the Boonton/Parsippany area of Jersey. (Brace yourself Kathy V!), but where ever we end up I can tell you the street will not need any lane markings or traffic lights. It also won't be near any damned outdoor restaurants or pizza shops.

Samantha's Mommy


Samantha has contributed to my website by creating me a special "blinkie". She says it is a representation of me. I really *really* like the mood of the artwork, and I'm glad that she gets the general idea of things around here. (I do plan to be hiding somewhere when she reads this.)


Ennyway, there's little mini updates explaining the goings on contained within the photo updates, life is going pretty well for all of us I'm happy to report and it looks like spring may finally have taken a foothold in the northeast. Oh, I also bought myself some new Muppet Vomit slippers. My husband is horrified.

See ya next time...

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Cop Land...
Different Day...
Dear John...
New Years...
Gone Shopping...
In the Beginning...
The Saga Continues...
The World Spins...
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