Things found so far while cleaning my bedroom:

-Four pairs of stockings, whole
-Two pairs, snagged
-Three CDs still in their cellophane
-Four books I haven't read yet
-A card I meant to send to divalibby76 for her 23rd birthday (4 1/2 years ago), addressed to St. Olaf College
-CD liner for the Sirens of Song CD that was a casualty of war in my breakup with Paul
-A birthday card from Paul for my 24th birthday. I realized he never signed anything "Love, Paul", or "I love you", only XOXO. Hmmmmm.......
-A second copy I never knew I had of The Cutting Edge
-A bra I thought I left in my room at the Y in New York
-$3.47 in small change


to be continued........



**EDIT:

JOY! JOY! JOY! So much joy!

I FOUND MY SWAMP OPHELIA CD!!!!!!!!!!!!

I may cry with delight (in the same CD folder I also found my Chicago's Greatest Hits CD *swoon!*).**


Spastic happy spastic happy DANCE!!!!!!!!!!

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Still listening to IGs.

Still cleaning my room.

Still aflame, animated, aroused, awakened, beside oneself, charged, delighted, eager, enthusiastic,excited, feverish, fired up, frantic, high, hopped up, hot, hyper, hysterical, inspired, juiced up, jumpy, keyed up, moved, on fire, passionate, piqued, roused, stimulated, stirred, thrilled, tumultuous, weird, wild, worked up (thanks, thesaurus.com!) that I found my CD. (Piqued. I like piqued.)

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this cooking and cleaning thing has got to stop

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So papa is home from the big fishing trip in the wild with bro Brian. They seemed to have had a good time- Dad caught the biggest fish, but Brian caught more. It became very apparent why Brian caught more after Dad sat down to show me his requisite video tape. The man tried to videotape every moment of the week- every fish caught, every piece of wildlife encountered, every sunset of every day. Ah well. He got a new camera, and I guess its one of those boys-and-their-toys things.

I have to say, living with my dad the last few years has had more ups than downs to it. I pay less rent than I would in an apartment in the city, I get my own bathroom, and a place to park my car. We get along quite well, but I'm really itching to get out of here. Except tonight, I wondered heavily what it would be like for him to live in this house alone when I leave. Not that I'm a caretaker for him or anything, but there are some things I worry about him trying to do with no one else around. For instance, tonight it took the two of us almost thirty minutes to get the boat in the garage. He can't even push the boat by himself, much less get it up the slight incline and angled. I'm afraid of him having a heart attack from just trying to maneuver the boat. And I am increasingly uncomfortable with the fact that he loves to do his own oil changes on his Explorer. He drives them up on ramps, and puts blocks behind the wheel and all, but if something were to start slipping, I'm not sure he could move fast enough to get out from under the car.

I don't know. Maybe I should let it go. He's almost seventy-three, which isn't that old, but I know he's got high blood pressure, diabetes, and prostate problems. It doesn't scare me exactly, but it does worry me.

So, sad that my private time in the house is over, but happy that Dad and Brian are home safely.



Now, if pinkfluffyjumpr ever gets here, I'm off to masgoose's. I heard a rumor that unhappymeal and hellfaerie were coming over and that makes me a very happy violachic.

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Its really disconcerting to open your refrigerator, look down, and realize there is a package of leeches sitting on the bottom shelf....