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Got any hoppin' plans? If you're in another country, feel free to say hi, anyway.
-- Sara Astruc (email@example.com), June 30, 2000
My hopping plans include: getting off work at 8:00am, going to another group home for 6-8 hours of overtime (mother's milk to the recently laid off from the day job), cursing the tiny amount of sleep the residents had let me get the night before,and then dragging my ass home only to be confronted with my visiting inlaws.
Then I will promptly cop a scorching case of sinus headache, flee to the bedroom and wonder why god burdened me with gossipy Mormon inlaws. After an indefinite period of mentally screaming at them to "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I will fall asleep and develop a kink in my neck since I'm sleeping on a futon.
I will then wake up, and wish my husband had bought the new mattress for the bed. I will snarl at him unbecomingly when he enters the bedroom to wake me up so I can say goodbye to his parents.
I will demand he make some sort of a distraction so I can hurry into the bathroom to remedy my nap-breath and bedhead before I do so. Then I will stand in front of the bathroom mirror for as long as possible, fighting the humidity and trying to get my hair under control without it frizzing into a complete afro. I will mutter and bitch and wish I would burst into flame rather than have to say goodbye to them, which involves acting cheerful and nice. I will grudgingly emerge into my living-room and hug my inlaws goodbye.
Then I will plop onto my couch and I'll probably have a Woodchuck Cider. Eventually I will go out for the evening, purchase some really loud and obnoxious fireworks, and spend the rest of the night with my husband and friends. I will thank god that none of my friends are Mormon and that Roger isn't anymore.
Or were you just asking to make small talk? *smiles winningly* Have a great weekend.
-- Blanche Blank (Mireillie@yahoo.com), June 30, 2000.
My plans for the Fourth of July are to hide out in the shed or whatever place the dogs used to hide in as that day approached - - - the rattle of firecrackers started several days before and continued for several days afterward. Now days The shriek of brakes, the thunder of crunching metal and the screams of the injured keep me from venturing out until the last traveler gets back home and sobers up. The weekend after has much more room and less hassle. We have a reservation for a night at a mountain resort between the Fourth and Labor Day.
-- Denver doug (firstname.lastname@example.org), June 30, 2000.
Geez. Y'all are kind of a buzzkill. I was hoping to live vicariously through the exciting lives of my readers. The Fourth is kind of slow here. Everyone's gone in the summer.
I'm going to lay by the pool and do girly spa-type activites. Katherine has invited me out, but I think I'd rather hide this weekend. Maybe start packing for NY.
-- Sara Astruc (email@example.com), June 30, 2000.
I'll be frantically cleaning my house to get it ready to go on the market, and pondering whether or not to buy a certain condo. And drinking beer.
-- William R. Dickson (firstname.lastname@example.org), June 30, 2000.
In the past the fourth of July has been a rather subdued holiday. The idea of standing in a crowd to see fireworks lost its appeal years ago. This year I'll be attending a family reunion so I'm actually looking forward to the holiday for a change. For the most part, my family gets along well, so I don't foresee any real problems happening.
-- eric (email@example.com), June 30, 2000.
Six words, three phrases: Day Job. Website Relaunch. Three Weeks.
So, I'll be spending all weekend hacking on scripts and code, refining templates and editing second-level content. It's at times like these I wish my powerbook were waterproof; I could then blend the work with my summertime habit of reading a book while standing in the 4' section of the pool, arms propped on the pool gutter.
-- Lisa Schmeiser (firstname.lastname@example.org), June 30, 2000.
We also have a long weekend to the north of the 49th. Canada Day is July 1st. This means three days of barbecues, rollerblading, hockey, and family dinners.
-- Aaron Kaiway (email@example.com), July 01, 2000.
Aaron, you had an error in your code.
Here's your link.
-- Sara Astruc (firstname.lastname@example.org), July 01, 2000.
Yes, I realized that I had an error after I posted. I just didn't think it was important enough to fix. Thx. :-)
-- Aaron Kaiway (email@example.com), July 01, 2000.
Ok, I accept your challenge. It's true I've been a little...em, cranky lately. A little not so enchanted with life. Call me "Buzzkill Blanche" if you like.
While it IS true I will be fending off questions about when my husband and I will wish that my inlaws were a little more sophisticated, I do have other things planned.
Tonight included sweaty, inspired dancing to some truly kick ASS local music and some soul kissing of a tall, rangy boy that I took home with me. The inevitable followed. And this is the same boy I take home every night, so I'm really lucky there.
Tomorrow I will be with same boy at a going away party for one of my friends, after a day of working out and then splashing around in my co-worker's pool. I will be wearing a long golden silk skirt and a top made of blue and gold thai silk.
*oh my god* The effort of being positive for that many paragraphs has tuckered my little butt out. I shall have to learn to pace myself.
Hurrah for taking a chance on yourself, Sara. Don't look back...If you can keep all of us engrossed with your journal, I'm sure you can do anything with that same creativity and energy.
*ouch...that hurt...I think I strained something..pace myself*
-- Blanche Blank (Mireillie@yahoo.com), July 01, 2000.
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-- Sara Astruc (firstname.lastname@example.org), September 10, 2000.