Wow....

Thanks you guys...

I didn't think I'd get such a reaction of people lighting candles for me. Thank you. That really made my morning.

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I got home last night to find that my cable modem wasn't working. Bah. Stupid thing. I paid all of my bills and went to sai class. I think I have "sai jutsu Nihon kata ichi" and "sai jutsu Nihon kata ni" down now. (Yes, I am aware that that translates to Japanese sai kata one and two.) The third one, "Shibi no sai sho" is a lot more difficult, but I think I'm getting it.

Then Marci called and I talked to her until my phone started doing odd beeping things. I hung it up for a while and talked to Kevin and then called Jenn Ryan and got her to come over. I'm glad I did because she's going through a rough time. *hugs and warm squishy thoughts to you*

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Okay. This is kind of like Mickey Mouse Roll-call time. (Heh. Wow is that a memory.) THose of you coming to help me pack on Friday or move on Saturday, please let me know. I want to know generally how many people I should expect. Also, if you are not into lifting and moving things, you can come prepared to clean. That's good too.

Friday's list thus far - Julz, Kevin and a whole bunch of maybes.

Saturday's list thus far - Joe, Andy (the people with the mini-vans) and a lot of probably people.

As a note, I would like to have people showing up at my apartment around 11:00 on Saturday. I've already been told that it will be more like 11:30 for some, but as long as its before noon, that's best.

I think that's it for now.

He he he

http://www.fidius.org/quiz/pirate.php

I'm Mary Read.... Though the name I got was Iron Charity Read. Go! Go find your pirate name!

My horoscope for this week. Aptly fitting, I think:

I recommend plate smashing. Buy a stack of thriftstore dishes, find a secluded brick wall and let them fly, accompanying your porcelain Frisbee throws with your most bloodcurdling "Bonsai!" screams. You have got to find a way to release your uncharacteristicly pent-up aggressions. You could try bowling, tackle football, or grape-stomping, but people might look askance at your oh-so-necessary vocalizations. They'll blame you for disrupting their concentration when they miss the spare or for souring the wine with your discordant yodels. My prescpritions: platter shattering. It never fails to make me feel better, and people won't mind the cursing and howling - everyone knows it comes with the territory.


You know, karate has felt really good these past to days and I'm hoarse from my ki-yai's.