Last night I hung out with Kat. She got A&E’s Pride and Prejudice on DVD so I had to check out the never before scenes and the interviews and other goodies. After watching the ending, we both came to the conclusion that we had each married a Mr. Bingley. No doubt about it, our husbands were nice, smiley, simple folk without a dark or brooding bone in their bodies. Now we aren’t complaining mind you, but the Mr. Darcy is quite simply something else. Sigh.

While we were sipping tea and mimicking British accents, our other halves were at my house down in the basement concocting Kat’s Christmas present. Now, they were there fore three whole hours so when I returned, I expected this huge transformation. As it turns out, they only worked for about an hour. The rest of the time was spent eating pizza, download music, and wandering the isles of Fred Meyer.

I often joke that you could lock Josh and Kevin up in a empty cell with only a spoon and three toothpicks and they could happily amuse themselves for hours. Upon further reflecting, I’m going to have to amend that saying. I think they could actually amuse themselves for days.

It’s dark and pouring rain here. I still have all my Christmas cards to write, untold numbers of presents to wrap and an entire house to decorate and it’s already Thursday. Tis the season to be jolly, right? Right???? At least I have my blog back!

And we are back!!!

No more AT&T craziness. I decided to step boldly out onto my very own domain. And it only took me two days to figure out how to make this posting work. At this rate, everything should be back to normal around….oh….mid-July? But hey, it mine, all mine.

So may I welcome you to my little home on the Internet.

(Please wipe your feet before entering.)

Trying something new….

Still no luck on the website front. We have tracked the problem to AT&T – no big surprise there but the light at the end of the tunnel is looking dimmer and dimmer. Sigh.

This weekend when by far too quickly. My hours were whittled away circling parking lots and standing in cash register lines. The good news is, my gifts are 90% purchased. I may even be able to kick back and enjoy the holiday soon! Our lights are up but we are saving decorating the tree and house until next weekend when Kev’s mom comes down to visit.

Last year was our first Christmas in our little house and our first Christmas with Artie. We found the perfect tree, brought it home, and watched in horror as Artie pee’d on it. I’m hoping this isn’t his version of a Christmas tradition. Stupid dog. Good thing he’s so cute….

My homepage is gone. Eaten alive by the folks over at Excite@Home. Supposedly, our service is now hosted by AT&T but that is a laugh.

So this is where blogs go when they have no ftp ability. Sad, I know, but it’s all I can offer you right now. I’m sorry.

Well I have arrived safe and sound. Strangely enough, my airport experience was reversed. PDX was a police state. There were troupers watching us and eyeing baggage. People were randomly selected for searches that happened behind secret panels. They selected one lady with a small child, maybe two or so. The security lady had the mom set her son down and preceded to pat search him. He handled that ok but when she pulled out the black wand, he decided he’d had enough and took off running and screaming bloody murder. After a little chase, they rounded him up and the mom held this screaming little boy in place while the security lady scanned him for metal objects. Those PDX security guards are tough.

So it was with a little trepidation that I exited the plan at LAX. I guess after my Portland experience, I expected to be strip searched and x-rayed in LA. But on my arrival, it was, well deserted. My usual Hell-A airport experience runs something along the lines of people everywhere, crowds, loud speakers blaring announcements. This time, however, I was greeted with an eerie silence. No one is allowed to meet you at the gate or wait with you so the hordes of relatives and family that normally gather are suddenly gone. I wandered down to baggage claim with a few other stragglers where Elmo was waiting. Yes, believe it or not, my luggage was unloaded and waiting for me! Even stranger still, the short term parking was E-M-P-T-Y.

So with little ado, I find myself home again. I checked in with Kevin and he had ordered a pizza and was watching movies that I refused to rent. He claims he misses me but I don’t believe him. Actually, this will be the first time we’ve been apart since our marriage. We’ll see what sort of mischief he gets himself into.