Just so you know, being my friend in public puts you at risk. My ex-husband sees himself as being at war with me, and sees my allies as fair targets for whatever he can come up with to hurt you. He's reported my closest friends to CPS. He's an epic fail, and he's trying to drag as many people as possible down with him. If you do anything public to be supportive of me, he might target you next. If you want to de-friend me, I'll understand.

 
Good question. I'm assuming there will be some advances on technologies that already exist, like fabrics that bend light to blend in with the background, and programable nano ink, so that leads to fun possibilities- dresses that change color depending on your heart rate, t-shirts that can be reprogamed with whatever slogan fits your mood at the moment, invisibility cloaks, etc. I'm also hopeful that some of the more interesting and flattering siloheuttes of the past will be revamped in more comfortable ways. Fads will be even faster than they are now, so it seems possible that (maybe not in 20 years, but eventually) there will be replicators that can be programmed to discover new trendy items and make them while you sleep, so you won't be wearing something that is so yesterday. At the other end of the spectrum, I'm assuming that there will be fun new yarns and fabrics for us creative people to work with and come up with endless new unique looks.
In general, most "new" fashion is just redoing different details and siloheuttes from the past, but using new fabrics, techniques, and putting new spins on it, so I really doubt there'd be anything that completely different.

 
Book. I was 9 months old, and already very interested in reading.

 
I picture something like a Victorian mansion, but either remodeled for efficiency, or a new house built with old-fashioned details.
Preferably with a back yard that has some privacy, but somewhere that it's close enough to something interesting to walk to- I miss living close to downtown Marion and walking 2 blocks to the library or the park, and being able to hear bands play from the yard.
My dream house would have to have a art/craft room where supplies would be ORGANIZED and ACCESSIBLE, even if it meant hiring someone to make it that way. The inside decor would have lots of color- I've spent way too much of my adult life looking at white walls and brown or gray carpet, and I'm sick of it.

I found

Pride and Prejudice and Zombies: The Classic Regency Romance - Now with Ultraviolent Zombie Mayhem!

Mar 25, 2009 13:28 from Townsaver

Good luck, Denelle.
Take a deep breath, try and relax into the moment, and know this:

You can do this.

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I usually bring some knitting with me. If I can't do that, I'll draw.

 
For the most part, talking on the phone, but I prefer texting to playing phone tag.

"It is easy to say how we love new friends, and what we think of them, but words can never trace  out all the fibers that knit us to the old."
                                                               -George Eliot

Lass meine Mitte deine Achse sein
um die dein Leib sich windet
Lass deine Mitte meine Achse sein
um die dein Leib sich windet
Lass mich zwischen deinen Säulen wandeln
deinen Säulengang entlang
Lass mich nicht zögern noch zieren
lustwandeln, verlustieren
in dir verlieren

Nur sie wird das Licht als erste sehen...

Lass mich dein Delta durchschwimmen
geneigten Hauptes durchqueren
Lass mich kosten das wahre Salz der Welt
Zungenfisch in deinem See sein
den Gang der Welt auf allen Vieren
als karnales Schauspiel inszenieren
den Frühling zelebrieren

Nun sieh! Die Polkappen schmelzen
Der Hügel nicht erfroren

Die Axt ist lange schon angelegt
den Garten zu deflorieren
etwas wichtiges zu exhumieren
Saliva und Honig in einem Mund addieren
deine Seele zu exhumieren

Nun zieh mich dir nach
Der Winter ist vorbei. Schneeschmelze!

Ich komme
aus Irrtum, aus Siechtum
aus dem Fürstentum
derer von Sinnen dich zu freien
für immer zu befreien

Nur sie wird das Licht als Erste sehen...

Lucy loved her new pink cowboy boots.
 
Vlad said that he'll be Superman, and save the town, and throw a train at Godzilla and save Barack Obama, and Barack Obama would say "Thank you Vlad!" and have dinner at our house. Lucy pointed to where he could sit at the table.
 
Vlad wanted to make a present for Devlin, but got distracted.
 
When it was time to leave, the truck wouldn't start, and Nate came over to jump it.

I'd never seen/heard it before, but it's perfect.

Just trying to keep all the stress and bullshit into perspective. It's just a distraction from what's really important in life, and Muppets make things much clearer.

I don't normally pray, and I identify as agnostic, but I'm praying for his safety.

Today's page:
 
"One of the advantages of being disorderly is that one is constantly making exciting discoveries."
 
-A.A. Milne
 
This cracked me up.

Sometimes Tigger, sometimes Eeyore, but when I asked friends (and this was 13 years ago, way before I had kids) they said Kanga. Not just because I'm a girl, because of the whole nurturing thing.