We are home again safely, although Ryan’s ears have yet to pop. There will be pictures up on Facebook soon of our too brief sojourn in Scotland. The cat has not stopped licking us yet, which I think means he’s glad we’re home. I’m glad that I won’t have to go through airport security again [...]
call her green, for the children who’ve made her
Archive for June, 2009
I may drive Ryan crazy when we’re going through security, but he drives me crazy when we’re trying to pack. I guess it works out mostly even.
My brain is already on the airplane.
I have just spent the last hour looking at the nerdliest wedding pictures ever. There are moments when I was scrolling through when I really wish I could have heard the dialogue, particularly when Darth Vader turns up to object. Equal parts adorableness and maniacal giggling. And it turns out they’re even local! (Found via [...]
I’ve refrained from talking about this because plans have been very nebulous for quite some time, but the countdown on my google homepage just ticked over to ‘six’, so I suppose it’s safe to mention it now. Ryan and I are going to Scotland next week. When Roy found out we’d gotten married, he thought [...]
According to the orthopedic specialist I saw this morning, this is what’s wrong with me: Femoral torsion is curving of the thighbone (femur). With internal femoral torsion, the thighs curve inward. The knees, and usually the toes, point toward each other. With external femoral torsion, the thighs curve outward. The knees and toes point away [...]
I dreamed last night about the Doctor (the one from Gallifrey, not the one who likes to poke me with cold metal things). The Doctor was missing, but he’d left clues everywhere, like prehistoric rock carvings that if you pressed in a certain way would open up the rock to reveal a very fuzzy video [...]
So anyway, the periodontist. They want to do something to me called “root planing.” He explained that it’s really just an intense cleaning, and I won’t mind a thing since they’ll put me on nitrous for it. I am not reassured.
Portland has been conspiring to remind me of Annapolis today. First I run into a brick building with white edges (and a clock tower!) on the way back from the periodontist (more on that later) and then while I’m waiting for the bus to go home from work, a horde of men (and a few [...]