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16 March Happy birthday Bonnie! She has achieved the grand age of one whole year! I watched her being born a year ago today, and now she's this massive thing, twenty pounds if she's an ounce, a head full of hair that's red like her Mom's and curly like her Da's, she'll stand unaided but can't be bothered to walk unaided, hold her hands though, and she'll race like a greyhound, and she can say "hi", "bye-bye", and "baby" in addition to mama and dada and baba, and other repeated syllable words that don't count, by me. She gets alot of milage out of those words, too. It's like when a cat meows and you can tell what they mean by the inflection, well, when she says "baby" it can mean almost anything. It can mean "Hey, the baby wants this!" or "Pick up the baby!" or "Have you considered feeding the baby lately?" or "Look! Isn't that a baby over there?" When I came up to the house the other day, she looked right at me and said "Baby!" Meaning, I suppose, "You must have come to see the baby! Well, here I am, you lucky thing!" Happy birthday, Bonnie, it's been a fun year!
I was still sleepy and stupid yesterday, but somehow it wasn't just me! The Raccoon was tired and The Temp kept yawning until I thought that there was something in the air. Partway through the day, The Raccoon told me that she was feeling sick and she wanted to prepare me in case she didn't come in today. I told her that it was my turn to be sick this week, dammit! The Temp is off as well today, which means that all emergencies will be in my lap and The Evil Overlord will be up my ass. But I can play my music as loud as I like! Small consolation, but I'll take what I can get.
Well, yesterday day one of my diet went fine. But of course, dieting alone is for chumps--you've got to exercise as well. So, I am ashamed to say, I jumped on a bandwagon. I went to Virgin and got Tae Bo. It's all Pamie's fault! I have been hypnotized! I did the beginner tape last night, and even though it was just learning the moves, I got a pretty good workout out of it, which goes to show you exactly how out of shape I am. I walk about two miles a day to and from work, but that doesn't keep me in shape, that just keeps me from actually turning into a pile of goo. The thing I liked about it was when I got going fast, my ponytail started swinging around and brushing my neck and shoulders, and that always makes me feel like I'm actually getting something accomplished.
Monty is sleeping in my purse. Is he trying to subtly hitch a ride with me into work today? Listen, if he'll file invoices, he's more than welcome!
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