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In The Moonlight
I got to travel by air at night. I’ve never seen the stars shine so brightly. I think that has to do with the fact that we’re closer to them. The next best thing would be to travel into space. Our flight to Yonkers was almost canceled because of delays. We spend over an hour at the airport, past our flight time. I almost called home to say we were heading back, but I decided not to, just wait it out a little longer.
It’s going to be a little weird to be away from the kids until Monday night. I have been watching for them all evening. It’s past midnight here, and I was going to make Chloe a night snack or check on the boys, but they’re not here to check on. So strange. So quiet. The TV seems louder, and it probably is, because we don’t have to be so quiet in the suite. No sleeping kids to wake up.
I need to learn to relax. Dennis snuck one of our toys away with us, and even managed to get the lodged battery out of it, so we could put in some fresh ones, and it works perfectly. My body craves some attention. I need this. I need to be free, even for just a few days.
Tomorrow we’re going to go see Josh and do some shopping. I checked and my card payment went through, but it hasn’t been credited yet. I should have over $120 in credit, but it’s not there yet. I hope it will be there in the morning because I seen a Lush store on the way here, and a Sanrio store. Yes, that’s what I need. More Hello Kitty pens. 
Ok, Dennis wants to go play now. I must obey! 
Spirit Within
I got my tickets for JournalCon ’09 today. The whole thing starts at 8am on July 3rd, though my plane leaves at 5pm on July 2nd. Tomorrow. Less than 24 hours from now, I’ll be sitting on a plane headed for Yonkers, NY with my husband, and we won’t be back until JournalCon ends on the evening of July 6th. No kids, no agenda, just friends meeting up for the annual Journalers Convention. I’ve vouched for several people in my bookmarks, and I’ve vouched for more than a few on my journal list. I don’t know if they’re all going. I know that my neck never quit hurting, so a long plane ride will be hellish for me. Maybe I can get some reading done while I’m airborne? I wasn’t able to pick up a book at all yesterday or the day before because of all the things I had to get done.
It’s been forever since I’ve seen the stars. I think I will go out and sky watch for a few moments, even if I don’t get to see much, I’ll be able to see some. And that counts for something. I’m a little hot and bothered right now, but Dennis is out with his friends before our trip tomorrow, and I’m stuck at home watching the kids and his dad. Fun evening, huh? I can’t even help myself because the kids aren’t tired and they keep whining from their beds or getting out of bed and tracking me down. Even if Darren can’t talk, it would be pretty embarrassing for me to look up in the throes of self-pleasuring ecstasy and see him standing there, in the bedroom, watching me. Or worse, be in the throes of that same ecstasy and hear a crash followed by screams from the other room.
*Sigh* I’ll pray for vacation sex.
In the meantime, check out Obamicon.me. I made some Obama posters from my pictures there like the ones on Mona’s site, only these are incredibly easier and less time consuming to make.
Trying To Stay Cool
Our ISP/Cable went out yesterday afternoon. I had to call them, and the man who came by asked if he could come in and check the jack. I said yes, and I guess the dog thought he was the pizza man and jumped around in the living room, knocking over a wooden chest of my toys. Rubber dongs and vibrating phalluses danced across the living room floor, in front of the cable man.
It didn’t help that I was in my night shirt and undies.
“Well, I can see you were busy…I don’t need to check the jack,” he said, and stepped back outside. I hope he didn’t think I had those in my hands (or anywhere else) when I answered the door.
Birthday Recap
I swear, if it wasn’t for this blog, I wouldn’t even get out of bed anymore. I just don’t feel well anymore. I hurt if I lay in bed too long, and I emotionally hurt if I don’t. It’s a paradox.
My birthday went fairly well. I see it was a bad idea to give Matt posting rights to my blog. Lord knows what he’ll do now. *all smiles* ;D
I went out to dinner, as posted, and I got the majority of my presents. I want to say it was a “total flop” but that’s just not true. My dad gave me an internal SuperDrive for my desk top, so I can now download, convert, save and burn DVD movies on my desktop and not have to worry about leaving one of my notebooks open all night long. Burn up that hard drive some more. hehe.
Matt gave me one of those eight-hour Mac Book Pro batteries. The problem? It doesn’t fit my current model. This was the only flop that I got for a present. The thought was nice, but in reality, I can’t use the battery. It’s really too bad, too. There’s nothing more I’d rather have than a battery that lasts longer than twenty minutes, on either of my notebooks. I’m thinking of asking the Apple store if I can just trade it for more memory or something of equal use. Maybe even ink cartridges or the new iPhone when it comes out.
Dennis and Chloe made me this really awesome cake. It had mint green and purple icing, with vanilla cake dyed orange. It reminded me of a pumpkin. 
I got my other present from Dennis last night. Ten times. O-O I must have been in need, I’m not even sore.
James made the lovely graphic at the top of the blog. He also made me a new EntreCard ad and some link buttons, which I will be putting on the About page as soon as I can get my FTP to work.
Daisy sent me this card:
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Much thanks and love.
I had a dream about Chris last night. It’s weird that he would come to me in a dream last night. As if he knew I was thinking about him, though I wasn’t. It was the first time in a long time that I haven’t fallen asleep thinking about him, and he comes to me in a dream. He was so Chris in that dream, too.
The bad part? I missed out on meeting Seth MacFarlane. I guess you can’t have everything, huh? It’s really a shame because I wanted to meet him so bad, maybe get some pictures. But there’s always a next time, right? The other bad part is Dennis lost some of my presents between last week and today, and I’m playing the “pissed off wife” card. For example, I’ve “forgotten” to make the bed and change the sheets, knowing that he hates those little fuzz balls on them, and I’ve “forgotten” to make some more iced tea. Oh well. When I get my presents back I’ll remember how to do all of that.
I need pain killers and some sleep. My back hurts and I still have crying bouts. Not even my birthday could cure that.
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