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Ah, the fun, the excitement!  Yeah, no, not really.  I stayed home last night, and did some poking around on the interweb, some cleaning, went grocery shopping, and just veged out.  It was nice, I needed that; I've been going 100 miles an hour for weeks, it seems like; either work is a mess, or I have a million things to do at home, or I've been out partying, or the leftover tiredness from all that other stuff has wiped me out.  But not today.

Slept in, but not too late.  I finally, FINALLY got the curtains hung in the dining room; with the help on my snazzy new drill (with much less snazzy bits; I broke two of them in the wood, and now need to buy/borrow pliers, and get more drill bits).  The dining room will be losing the giant cardboard box today!!!  In other news, the lawnmower is still MIA, but that won't stop me from picking up crap, and pulling weeds out by the roots, so yard work goes on.

Writing continues to be slow, which makes me crazy, but with the wonderful encouragement I got yesterday, I'm hoping it'll pick up.  Dancing tonight at my favorite dancing spot, and trying to stay out of the ice cream in the meantime.  No clue what I'm wearing; I have a feeling I'm gonna be running around the house freaking out at approximately 7.  

I had an epiphany this morning, while watching Bravo, of all things.  I need to focus more on being joyful, than on being peaceful, which has been my direction for a while now.  My moods fluctuate too wildly for peace to be my natural state; I should just embrace the moodiness, but spin it into good cheer and laughter.  So, that's my new mental/physical health project.  I'll keep you posted.

Now, back to the dining room, to hang my 'curio' shelf.  And, possibly a painting; don't know if I have the right nails for that.  Much love to all!

I apologize for referencing Ms. Spears, but that's the best song-type thing I could come up with this morning.  Deal.

The weekend flew by in a blur, and other than cooking and doing dishes, nothing much was accomplished.  Sigh.  The Barbeque on Saturday was forced indoors by the cooler temps, to make it a typical crowded house party rather than an outdoor/picnic event.  Still, it was nice, and I'm glad I went.  Glad I helped out with the food, even though I risked my fingers (okay, it wasn't that cold, but it felt like it).  Glad I saw people I didn't get to see all week.  Very glad I went out dancing with one of the hostesses, and a couple of Muskateers.  Little divey bar, bad neighborhood and hard to get to without a DD, and the DJ was inexperienced and made some bad calls (seriously, who spins new wave and doesn't bring The Reflex?) but on the whole it was a blast.  Must go back again.

I created another of my 'I'm bored, an' there are random ingredients in my cabinets' meals on Sunday.  Salmon-Couscous Curry.  It was yummy, and worth the effort I put into adding spices and things, even if I did stick a layer of couscous to the pot, so that I spent the rest of the day soaking it.  Was supposed to go downtown for Falafel, but I woke up still drunk, and by the time I took a nap and sobered up, I missed the call saying, 'are you okay, we're hungry'.  The sobering up process made me glad I didn't try to get on the Metro, though.  Which is actually more amusing when you consider that I left the bar, got a ride to the Metro, took the train home, then walked to my house, let myself in, turned off the lights, cleaned up the kitchen, put picnic leftovers away, fed and watered the cat, read for a while, had some juice...and then slept for a few hours, and woke up nauseous and needing more sleep.

So, today is that Monday you have every once in a while.  The Monday after the Sunday that you wasted recovering from the party on Saturday.  Or; what do you mean the weekend's over; I only used the one day?

Hence:  Ooops I did it again, I came in to work...

I've been organizing my CD's, in anticipation of the big move coming up, so I've taken out a few of the oldies but goodies.  No clue why ABBA gets such a bad rap.  I mean, sure, it's not Mozart; or the Beatles for that matter; but as far as dance-pop goes, it's good.  

In other music news, I was pleasantly surprised by original song night on Nashville Star.  Last season, most of the songs really sucked. Really, REALLY sucked.  This year, even the songs written by the people I didn't like were good.  Who knew the non-threatening male of the group had such unexplored depths?  He did a great job, the boy has a bright future as a song writer, even if I still don't think he deserves a record deal.

I also caught up on Rome today (gotta love on-demand).  I love that show, I don't know why the press on it isn't better.  Guess it has something to do with the fact that it's ancient history.  Silly viewing public.  Attia is such a great character, she's like the ultimate soap opera villian.  And I love the fact that you can recognize some of the characters from how their names survived history, and see them grow into the people we remember.  I'm really looking forward to Marc Antoni going to Egypt.  He's on such a downward spiral right now, to see that relationship develop will be interesting...Even if I do already know how it ends.

My brother got his marching orders this week, so to speak.  He's in the Army in Korea right now, and he and his wife and my lovely nice are due back in the states in the spring.  Well, this week they blocked his exit from the service.  So he's not out in October, he's in for another 3 years.  Heather and Merae will be back stateside, though, so it increases his chances of being sent to Iraq.  My mother keeps saying that if he'd really wanted out he would have found a way, but I think she just wants to think that.  I've heard stories about people being called back up after being out for over a year, so why would they let him out, since he's highly trained and still in shape and under orders.

It's scary, though, the thought that he could die before Merae grows up.  I've known he would enter the military since I was in college, long before he even thought about it, but it's still scary to think about my baby brother going into a war zone.  He just turned 21, he's really too young to have a baby, let alone be dying.  But I know I have to think about it, because if it does happen I'll have to hold my Mom up.  I love my Dad more than anything, but he's not capable of being depressed and taking care of anyone at the same time.  He can't take care of himself very well in a crisis.

We haven't had to think much about something happening to Mike in Korea, because even with the political stuff going on over there right now, the DMZ is pretty quiet.  If he ends up in Iraq or Afghanistan, it'll be a lot worse to think about.  I'm not really used to him being in danger.  Well, unless he was driving.  His driving is dangerous.

So, that's all the news around here today.  I'm hoping I can wrest control of the TV from everyone else in my apartment sometime this weekend, and get Chapter 11 of FAA banged out.  More cleaning, and likely making sauce tomorrow.  More latah!