A few reasons why life doesn't totally suck

mamishka sent me a Spike calendar by way of a thank-you gift for looking after her cats! THANK YOU MIMI! Mmmmm purty pictures of James Marsters mmmmmm... (now I'll just need to make sure I have a place to actually hang the thing, if I'm going to be looking for a new job soon ;p :) ).

And my little brother sent me a box full of old stuff from my childhood, which he had rescued from the home of our erstwhile stepfather. It was vaguely amusing to see my old report cards from elementary and middle school (and see comments from my teachers such as how I should keep up the good work as it would lead to an "interesting future"), as well as some of the pictures from my pre-mutant-bad-haircut-and-awful-glasses phase (I was a cute little second grader, if I do say so myself)... but what was more interesting was my Baby Book, which although it has way fewer notes than I would have liked in it does have a whole page of notes written by my mother. I apparently, if these notes are to be believed, was cooed over as a petite baby; someone I do not remember was quoted as saying she thought my "little bones must have been imported". Mom wrote that I called her "Ommy" and was much relieved when I finally started talking and repeating a lot of what was said to me circa age 2 years and 9 months. And I apparently had the chicken pox at age 5, though Mom wrote that this was a mild case. ( Read more... )