Facebook Notes

I was recently tagged on Facebook to fill out one of those "check off which of these things you've ever done" lists. It has a few silly things, but reading through the list and mentally checking things I've done brought up a lot of memories for me.

I decided, instead of being unimaginative and simply copy/pasting the list in another Facebook note that few (if any) would find interest in reading, that I would use the opportunity for a trip down memory lane for myself. Of course I realize that few (if any) would find that interesting either, but it's for me. I'm not even 30 yet, but I still scare myself with a faulty, spotty memory, and I figure this will be a good brain exercise.

There are supposed to be 122 items on the list (I haven't counted). I'll go through group by group and attempt to recall each relevant item individually.

(x ) Smoked A Cigarette
(x ) Smoked A Cigar
( x) Kissed A Member Of The Same Sex
SO FAR: 3

Both the cigarette(s) and the (one) cigar were influenced by the same boyfriend. I'll call him College D, as we dated all through my college years. I think the first time I tried a cigarette was actually a cigarillo, one weekend when College D and I went camping with a group of friends in the north Georgia mountains.
The single cigar was passed around a table of four at Waffle House one night, as a going-away ritual for College D before he shipped off to basic training.
I'm bisexual, so no big surprise on #3.

(x ) Are / Been In Love
(x) dumped someone
(x) Shoplifted
(x ) Been Fired
(x) Been In A Fist Fight
SO FAR: 8

So many stories for this one... but I'll stick with being in love for now.
Dumped my first boyfriend, a year too late.
I was young... 5, maybe? My father and I were at Kroger's for a typical grocery trip. I thought the items at the register were free, for some reason. I picked up a shiny pack of baseball cards, thinking there would be gum inside. He saw it in my hand when we got in the car, angrily snatched it from me, and took it back inside. He thought I did it on purpose, but I was too scared to tell him I didn't understand. Years later, though I was still short of being a teenager, we visited a post on the Appalachian Trail in Georgia and I slipped a tiny turtle carved from a green rock into my pocket as we were leaving the store. I was immediately ashamed, but it was too late to go back, so I kept it on my desk for years afterwards as a reminder of my shame.
I've been fired or laid off from every job I ever had, except for the seasonal work with UPS. That doesn't count.
First fist fight was in 3rd grade. I got picked on a lot. A lot a lot.

(x) Had A Crush On An Older Person
(x) Skipped Class
( ) Slept With A Co-worker
(x) Seen Someone / Something Die
SO FAR: 11

First boyfriend was 3 years older. And who doesn't have a crush on Sean Connery?
Senior skip day. Come on now. I had to be one of the cool ones.
Something? That's too many bugs I squished. But no people.

(x ) Had / Have A Crush On One Of Your Facebook Friends
( ) Been To Paris
( ) Been To Spain
(x) Been On A Plane
(x) Thrown Up From Drinking
SO FAR: 14

Current boyfriend is on my Facebook. Still have that crush.
Flown commercial enough times, but also took some private pilot lessons in a Cessna.
Just once. I wasn't drunk, but definitely tipsy. Totally forgot about the alcohol warning on my prescription.

( ) Snowboarding
( ) Met Someone BECAUSE Of Facebook
(x ) Been in a Mosh Pit
SO FAR: 15

My church youth group in high school once had a skiing/snowboarding trip planned, but it fell through, so there went my opportunity to learn either sport.
I've met a few people through MySpace, and later become friends in real life, but not Facebook. I don't friend people I don't somehow know already.
Pilot Adam took me to Music Midtown during the summer we dated, and we almost got trampled. It was still fun.

(x ) Been In An Abusive Relationship
(x) Taken Pain Killers (Tylenol counts)
(x ) Love/loved Someone Who You Can't Have
(x) Laid On Your Back And Watched Cloud Shapes Go By
(x) Made A Snow Angel
SO FAR: 20

Can of worms for another time.
Who hasn't?
It was my own fault.
Who hasn't?
Mom loved snow angels. I now make two when the opportunity presents itself.

( x) Had A Tea Party
(x) Flown A Kite
(x) Built A Sand Castle
( ) Gone mudding
(x) Played Dress Up
SO FAR: 24

Tea parties were all the rage in my stuffed animal circle.
In 4th grade I won a stunt kite as a reward for selling crap in some fund-raiser.
That's what the beach is for!
Though I grew up in the South, I have never actually been muddin'.
When I'm feeling ugly, unsexy, demoralized and worn out, I go to department stores and try on prom dresses.

(x) Jumped Into A Pile Of Leaves
(x) Gone Sledding
(x) Cheated While Playing A Game
(x) Been Lonely
(x) Fallen Asleep At Work / School
SO FAR: 29

Large yards in fall make for large leaf piles. It was the reward for all that hard work!
Grandma had a sled. Just one. All the small cousins (and several not-so-small) fought over it in the winter.
I plead the 5th.
Who hasn't?
Again, who hasn't?

(x) Watched The Sun Set
( ) Felt An Earthquake
( x) Killed A Snake
SO FAR: 31

I love sunsets.
Apparently, north Georgia had an earthquake during my freshman year of college. I slept through it. I've also reportedly slept through a hurricane in Florida, while sleeping in a large, open, metal hangar.
Shovels are best for this job.

(x) Been Tickled
( x) Been Robbed / Vandalized
(x ) Been cheated on
(x) Been Misunderstood
SO FAR: 35

My uncle had an accident when he was 4 or 5 that resulted in brain damage. He never mentally developed past age 8 or so, and loved all the things little boys love: board games, comics, collecting, and especially having tickle fights with a squealing young niece. I eventually grew out of the fun of his tickle fights, particularly because he never knew when to stop, but thankfully I also eventually understood why he was the way he was. He died at 48.
The nicest coat I ever owned (when my parents were actually able to buy me a nice, new coat) was stolen at my Catholic high school. Wasn't the first time, and wasn't the last.
Sigh.
Ok, too emo, but I'll have to agree with it anyway.

(x) Won A Contest
( ) Been Suspended From School
(x) Had Detention
(x ) Been In A Car/Motorcycle Accident
SO FAR: 38

I was pretty good in spelling bees.
Detention... for not turning in homework. Kay.
6... I think.

( x) Had / Have Braces
(x) Eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
( x) Danced in the moonlight
SO FAR: 41

I had braces for 7 years. Ugh.
Ben & Jerry's Phish Food. Lactose intolerant and SO worth it.
It was romantic in my own head... I was alone.

(x) Hated The Way You Look
(x ) Witnessed A Crime
( ) Pole Danced
(x) Questioned Your Heart
( ) Been obsessed with post-it-notes
SO FAR: 44

Teenage female. Come on.
One day at the same Kroger's where I learned about shoplifting, a man ran through the parking lot behind our car pushing a loaded cart. He threw everything into his car and peeled out. Dad was shaking his head at "impatient people" when a clerk came running down after him, yelling. Dad apologized for not realizing what was going on and stopping the guy.
Again, hormonal emo teenage female.

(x) Squished Barefoot Through The Mud
(x) Been Lost
( ) Been To The Opposite Side Of The World
(x) Swam In The Ocean
(x) Felt Like You Were Dying
SO FAR: 48

Georgia red clay is best for this.
Orienteering class fail!
Nothing like dried saltwater in your hair all day.
Physically and emotionally.

(x) Cried Yourself To Sleep
(x) Played Cops And Robbers
(x) Recently Colored With Crayons/Colored Pencils/Markers
(x) Sang Karaoke
(x) Paid For A Meal With Only Coins
SO FAR: 53

Many times, especially after Mom died.
And Cowboys & Indians, and SEALs & Russians... yeah.
I make greeting cards. Stamps and colored pencils for the win.
Once, but afterwards the bartender gave me a drink he called the "Shut Up, Bitch".
Waffle House, I love thee so.

(x) Done Something You Told Yourself You Wouldn't
(x) Made Prank Phone Calls
(x ) Laughed Until Some Kind Of Beverage Came Out Of Your Nose
(x ) Kissed In The Rain
SO FAR: 57

Many times. Many, many times.
It was her idea, I swear.
Orange juice in the nasal cavity HURTS.
Can't let the weather get in the way, you know.

(x) Written A Letter To Santa Claus
(x) Watched The Sun Set/sun rise With Someone You Care/Cared About
(x) Blown Bubbles
(x) Made A Bonfire On The Beach or anywhere
SO FAR: 61

Mom delivered it, too. She said she did.
Still do, as often as I can.
A summer activity staple.
Bonfires became as much a tradition as the Halloween camping trips we took in college.

( ) Crashed A Party
(x) Have Traveled More Than 5 Days With A Car Full Of People
(x) Gone Rollerskating / Blading
(x) Had A Wish Come True
( ) Been Humped By A Monkey
SO FAR: 64

I was only ever invited to one party in high school, and Mom wouldn't let me go.
The summer after freshman year of high school, my parents and I spent 3 weeks driving across the United States. I still want to go back to many of the places we visited, particularly Yellowstone National Park.
I had a pair of rollerblades for a year or so, until I grew out of them.
Considering I wrote the wish in my letter to Santa, I know Mom delivered it like she said she did.

(x ) Worn Pearls
(x) Jumped Off A Bridge
(x) Screamed "Penis" or "Vagina"
(x) Swam With Dolphins
SO FAR: 68

Every girl wore pearls and a drape, clipped together in the back, that made us look like we all had the same dress for high school senior photos. I was sunburned like a lobster.
The bridge wasn't high... maybe 5 feet.
Teenagers. Pfuh.
It was November in Florida, I wasn't wearing a bathing suit, and my teeth were chattering by the time I walked back to the beach house we rented, but it was SO WORTH IT.

( ) Got Your Tongue Stuck To A Pole/Freezer/ice Cube
(x) Kicked A Fish
(x) Worn The Opposite Sex's Clothes
(x) Sat On A Roof Top
SO FAR: 71

Or maybe the fish just swam into my foot.
As soon as I could make my own clothing choices, it was all boy clothes, all the time.
Isn't that what roofs are for?

(x) Screamed At The Top Of Your Lungs
( ) Done / Attempted A One-Handed Cartwheel
(x ) Talked On The Phone For More Than 6 Hours
(x ) Recently stayed Up for a while talking to someone you care about
SO FAR: 74

Nobody could hear us crazy kids, camping deep in the woods.
A symptom of teen-hood.
If he wants to talk, I'll stay up for days.

( ) Picked And Ate An Apple Right Off The Tree
(x) Climbed A Tree
(x) Had/Been In A Tree House
(x ) Been scared To Watch Scary Movies Alone
SO FAR: 77

I was known as the neighborhood monkey. My parents looked for me above their heads, never at ground level.
As much as I climbed trees, I longed for a treehouse. I had to settle for other kids' treehouses.
Still am.

(x) Believed In Ghosts
( ) Have had More Than 30 Pairs Of Shoes
( ) Gone Streaking
( ) Visited Jail
SO FAR: 78

Ghosts, spirits, an afterlife, a feeling of the person still being there, whatever. Something.
I have such problems with finding shoes that fit comfortably that I just stick to whatever I can find until it falls off my foot.

(x) Played Chicken
(x ) Been Pushed into a pool with all your clothes on
(x ) Been Told You're Hot By A Complete Stranger
( ) Broken A Bone
(x) Been Easily Amused
SO FAR: 82

I lost.
I'd already jumped in fully clothed, so I guess that doesn't count.
He was lying, I'm fairly certain.
I'm usually easily amused.

( ) Caught A Fish Then Ate It Later
( ) Made A Porn Video
( ) Caught A Butterfly
(x) Laughed So Hard You Cried
(x ) Cried So Hard You Laughed
SO FAR: 84

I'm not really sure which one I started with first: laughing or crying. It just kept going back and forth for a while.

(x) Mooned/Flashed Someone
(x) Had Someone Moon/Flash You
(x) Cheated On A Test
(x) Forgotten Someone's Name
(x) French Braided Someone's Hair
(x ) Gone Skinny Dipping
(x) Been Kicked Out Of Your House
(x ) Tried to hurt yourself
SO FAR: 92

College. You can't really get through it without getting mooned and/or flashed. Of course one must reciprocate, especially if it was meant to shock.
Not proud of this.
I'm horrible with names.
Mom taught me.
Woo woo!
Another can of worms.
Succeeded.

(x) Rode A Roller Coaster
(x) Went Scuba-Diving/Snorkeling
(x) Had A Cavity
( ) Black-Mailed Someone
(x ) Been Black Mailed
SO FAR: 96

I once rode Batman: The Ride 14 times straight, filling in empty seats on rows with only two or three people.
I need to re-certify for scuba. So much fun.
I have one right now that needs to be looked at, in fact...
What older siblings do to younger siblings.

(x) Been Used
(x) Fell Going Up The Stairs
(x ) Licked A Cat
(x) Bitten Someone
(x) Licked Someone
SO FAR: 101

It's human nature to use things, even (especially) people, to further their own goals.
Whoops.
I wanted to know what taking a bath was like for a cat.
What goes on in my bedroom is none of your business!

( ) Been shot at/or at gunpoint
(x ) Got five dollars or less worth of gas
( ) Flattened someone's tires
(x) Rode in a car/truck until the gas light came on
TOTAL: 103

I've been that poor.
I usually do that...

Can You Tell I'm Bored And Feeling Guilty For Not Posting Much?

This medblog thing all started with Ambulance Driver. I found him through LawDog, who was linked by somebody-or-other whom I usually read. Danged if I remember.

Meanwhile, I'm rereading the PowerBook Scam online. Funny, funny story.

Randomizer, V. I Don't Remember

DH gets a 4-day weekend for Independence Day... except for the 24-hour duty on SATURDAY. Of all days! Welcome to the Army.

I haven't been around much lately because I've found a new addiction: medblogs. Wheeee! I'll slowly add the ones I really enjoy to my blogroll, as I'm just lazy and don't want to go making new links all the time. At the moment I'm perusing NurseK's archives with great glee.

I quit my job the week before I went to the hospital, and since then, I've been so glad I did. I've been so worn out, even without working! It seems kind of pointless to try to find another job, since we're probably going to be moving back to Georgia in a few short months. DH and I were planning on visiting his parents in Europe over his terminal leave, but I'll be too pregnant for such a long plane ride.

I was bored earlier today, so I took all the cushions out of the couch to see what I'd find. Dust bunnies and three pennies. Thrilling.

At the moment I'm listening to various a cappella groups online. I love a cappella. I think some of the instrument-less arrangements are better than the originals.

I'm thinking of posting some of my fiction writing here. I need to get back into it. I have a book stagnating on my computer that I'd like to get truly underway. I have a few chapters here and there, outlining my ideas, but I need to fill it in. Want to read it?

I Swear, This Is Not A Mommy Blog

My first true OB appointment is this Friday, but I have to go to the hospital sometime this week to pee in a cup because the sample I gave last week was somehow contaminated. I'm going to get a physical and a Pap smear (yippee skippy) and hopefully schedule an ultrasound. I can't wait for that! I really want to know how far along I really am. I'm so afraid I did something while in Florida that screwed up the kid. DH isn't very helpful with my fears; he call me a worrywart. My mom had two miscarriages out of four. Not very good odds for this kid. Then again, she didn't have morning sickness and I haven't not been nauseous for a week.
DH is still trying to decide whether or not to reenlist. If he does, he'll reclass, and hopefully will enjoy the new job more than this one. I hope he decides soon. It's just yet another thing for me to be on pins and needles about.

Still Alive

I promise I will be back to blogging very soon, and I'll catch you all up on everything that's been going on lately, it'll just take a while to get back up to speed. So much has happened in the past month that I have blogfodder for quite a time. Just so you know, I've moved back in with DH.

More later, I promise.

Vows

I'm married. At 23, I have made that lifelong decision already. So... I guess I'd better go fulfill that commitment.

Having already made a commitment to the band here, I will keep that one till the end of April, after the last concert. After that, at around the same time as last year, I'll move back to North Carolina. I made my vows. I'll keep them.

Learning To Love

I've been thinking a lot lately. Things I miss, things I don't miss, things I want in life. I pose a question to my few readers: Do you think you can learn to love someone in time?

Scary Victory

I have been in the same mood for 24 hours now. I see it as a kind of victory. It's also scary as hell; what will I do with myself if I actually do get "normalized"? What do I do when I'm not a special case anymore? What will I do when I have to fly on my own?

Happy New Year!

Hopefully it will be better than this past year. As I reflect, I have the feeling that just about anything would be better than the year I've just lived through. I would rather concentrate on the fireworks I see flashing across the valley, sending echoes over the trees. A new year, a new leaf. It's a chance to start over, I suppose, but doesn't every day hold the same chance? New Year's is just another day, after all. I think I have to look at every day as a new leaf to turn over. If there is but one opportunity in every day, I think I can keep my hopes up and my mood elevated.
Looking forward, I see flashes of light in my future, much like the fireworks shining over my little valley. I will have to wait to see what they are.

So Here I Am

I suppose it's time for an update, eh? I've been commenting but I haven't written anything of my own in a while. I've been struggling with the "to blog or not to blog" question. Well here goes:

The hubby and I are separated.

It's a long story, but the basic gist is that we don't get along and can't live together. We're fine as friends, though. We get along for short periods of time but not extended. So I moved back to my little mountain town to my parents' house. When their tenant leaves, I'll move back into the basement, but I'm in the guest room right now. I feel like a temporary visitor.
I have a job at a young womens' clothing store at the outlet mall and I'm beginning to dislike it. I hate being on my feet all day and doing the same things over and over again. At least I'm making money to pay off my credit card.
I'm also back in therapy. I'm doing better than I was this summer, but I needed an adjustment to my meds today. I plan on returning to college in the spring too, for my criminal justice degree.
I'm doing better.

Technophiles

As I stopped for lunch today, I walked past a man in overalls in his late 50's relaxing in one of the many rocking chairs outside of the restaurant. He raised a hand to me in greeting, much like the townspeople at home, and I returned it. I headed inside and got a table. While sipping my not-so-sweet tea, I observed another overalled man in his late 50's or early 60's with a laptop set up on his table, apparently waiting for someone. He stepped away from the table, pulled out a cell phone, and called his lunch companion, who turned out to be the man waiting outside. I found it interesting that he guessed where the man was, but instead of walking outside to check, he simply called. Then they sat down together and leaned into the laptop, the first man explaining to the second about his specialized farming equipment. "Here's your coarse grinders, your fine grinders, and your conveyor..." Click, click.
Technology is certainly endearing itself to all nowadays. Both of my on-call jobs use headsets on radios to quickly communicate with everyone, and so does the restaurant I patronized. Daily emails tell us what promotions to have in the store, where to place merchandise, and what signs to display. Families keep in touch instantly from around the world with email and blogs, including mine. There's even an ever-growing subculture of technophiles, the people who get the latest new thing simply because it's the latest new thing to show off to their group of geek friends.
I even got to out-geek one of the geekiest guys I know at dinner the other night. We were discussing the terminology of "nerd" versus "geek" (he prefers "geek") when I pulled out my flash drive and waved it at him: "En garde!" (I bet I spelled that wrong!) He actually didn't have his with him, which suprised me! This is the kind of guy who'd always have a flash drive with him.

The Doe

Last Friday, I was driving home from an 8-hour shift in an extremely busy women's clothing store, packed with people looking for a bargain after Thanksgiving. It wasn't as stressful or tiring as I had expected, so I was in rather good spirits on the ride home. Only a mile from my house, a deer, lithe and graceful, was just stepping into the other lane. She observed me with one eye, then darted towards my car. I gasped as her head hit my sideview mirror, snapping it back. There was a large truck behind me, so I wasn't able to stop to see how badly she was hurt. I imagine the impact at 40 miles an hour snapped her neck. The truck stopped, and through my rearview, I saw someone cross in front of the headlights. Perhaps they had fresh meat for dinner that night.
The next morning revealed two knee-dents in my driver's side door. I realized later that if I had taken my foot off the gas, even momentarily, the doe would have landed on my hood and come through the windshield to meet me. If I had sped up, even a little, she may have been gravely injured but not killed, limping around the mountains in pain until she either healed or starved to death. There aren't many predators around here.
Tonight I was nearly to my driveway when another doe's eyes shined red at me from the side of the road. I braced, waiting for a repeat of last week's encounter, but this doe turned tail and dashed up the hill, away from me and my other sideview mirror.
Whew.

To Blog Or Not To Blog

That is the question. Several of my blog-friends have had this same dilemma, and now I'm wondering what parts of my current situation to blog about, if at all. How personal should I get? And if I decide to announce this, when should I do it?
How much would YOU want to know about me?

Heart Healthy Friends

If nothing else, this article makes me glad I no longer speak to my matron of honor. She was the source of a lot of stress in my life. I've been cutting down on the negative people I keep contact with, mostly for my sanity (of which there's very little, heh) but now for my physical health too.

Lyrics

This song came on the radio as I was on my way home from the store today. It really spoke to me somehow. I got home, looked it up on YouTube, and have been playing it back to back since. Here are the lyrics:

I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me

I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cat and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah

And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday

October

So I'm a little early for October and Breast Cancer Awareness Month, but having had a mother, several aunts, and several friends go through breast cancer, I say the more the merrier. Go here daily and help give free mammograms to women who can't afford them, and save your pink Yoplait yogurt tops for donations to the Susan G. Komen Foundation. Help me find the cure... so I don't have to fight breast cancer, too.

"Borrowing"

This post at Just Dot Christina made me think a bit... At first, I thought, "If MY mom ever pulled that crap on ME, I'd lock up my stuff and give her a piece of my mind!"
Then I remembered--the last time I borrowed a piece of Mom's jewelry, before the wedding--I'd forgotten to ask permission. We were driving into town when she offhandedly commented, "Be careful you don't lose one of those studs--the backs are a little loose." I realized, belatedly, that my choice of earrings to borrow were the garnets my father gave her for their 35th anniversary.
Ooops.
Maybe I'll keep my mouth shut about that piece of my mind...

Six Years

There is so much to say about today, and so many ways for me to screw it up or not get it right... I've decided to leave it to the better bloggers today. I do remember where I was when I heard the news -- economics class, senior year of high school, third period. The principal announced it on the PA and ended the school day at noon. I spent my lunch hour in the library, watching the news with other students. Many were waiting in line at the office, the library, the teachers' lounge, anywhere there was a phone, to try to call family members who may have been affected. There were several who died.
This month I go to my 5 year class reunion. Before we begin drinking (it was a Catholic school, after all), I imagine we will have a moment of prayer and sharing of stories. We spent that day together. We will remember it together.

Bordering

GAH... Must... finish border... on.....last... piece... before... putting together.....rest of.. blanket........argh!
It's just too tempting! I want to start piecing together the whole thing, finally! I want to see what it really looks like, rather than just placing the squares together on the floor! GAAAH!
After laying it all out on the floor again tonight (am I excited or what?), I decided on putting it together now, without the other row of squares. It'll be a lap blanket instead of a short blanket (I don't know how someone can sleep under some of those tiny things!) but it'll be a blanket!

I've moved into the guest room for the time being. I have to get my head screwed on straight(er) before I can start making decisions like... should I stay or should I go... dun nunna nunna nunna nun.

Looks like I've gravitated towards many short, stream-of-consciousness posts. Lovely.

The Hardest Letter... Sent

What do you write to the mother of your dead friend? I finally decided that, when I blogged about The Hardest Letter, I said it better than I could have any other way. Today I printed out that post and mailed it to her.
I'm going to go take a nap now.