Buffy. Just a though on something Doyce said the other day…I’m working my way through the fourth season DVDs. He was talking about how the creator, Joss Whedon, wasn’t willing to pull punches, even though it might make people uncomfortable, “make for bad TV.” Now, I haven’t felt uncomfortable watching any of the fourth season […]

Talking. Ray’s talking. You have to pay very close attention, because she isn’t very clear, but it’s there. Mixed about forty-sixty with babble. Also, she’s about the most obliging toddler I’ve met. Any request she understands (that doesn’t involve walking away from a cartoon, mind you, but that’s almost too much to ask for at

Ray. Ray went over to her friend Brenna’s house. Brenna is a month and a half older than Ray and can talk very clearly, in complete sentences. I’m a jealous but supportive mother. Brenna was playing with a toy broom when Ray decided she wanted the broom. Rather than taking the broom, she picked up

Iron Fist, Velvet Glove. Yay! Jewel wrote! Er? You say. Well. She started a writing/poetry list called “Darkwaves and Larkwings.” Know where I learned to be (somewhat) brave enough to share what I write? Ta daaaaa! She put together a book, an actual book, and I had poetry published in it. You should see it–it’s

Spirit. I’m thinking about this today because I’m doing the writeup tonight for the Nobilis game at Doyce’s tomorrow. If that doesn’t make sense, never mind. I see a lot of things in the terms of their spirits. For one random thing, it summarizes the reason I’d rather live in Colorado Springs than Denver. It

Hm… I could go pick up the new Harry Potter book at midnight tonight. Hm… Let me check my planner.

Appointment. We had the one-stop shop doctor’s appointment the other day: Ray had her 18-month checkup (quite late, but acceptable) and I had the birth control shot. My shots hurt a lot less than Ray’s. More fact in my butt cheeks than her thighs…and the needle’s proportionately shorter. They tag-teamed her this time, two shots

Organization. I took a class for work on time management. The instructor, of course, made a point to point out that we don’t manage time itself. I decided not to go all quantum on the boy. Anyway, I’m carrying around a month’s worth of planner, which contains my values in life, weekly goals, daily to-do

Yeesh. Nearly a whole week since the last post.

Ramble, ramble, ramble. I’m sure anybody with programming knowledge (or a mind delighted by trivia) will have come up with this already. I was watching Ray take a bath the other day (see below), and this happened to wander across my mind… How do people make decisions? It isn’t as simple as setting priorities and