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Today is our 15th wedding anniversary.

Yes, I was a child bride. I was 21 when we married, so unbelievably young. I still can't believe that seemed like a good idea at the time.

And I still can't believe I was so right. I really do seem to occasionally stumble in to the most amazingly good fortune.
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(1) Baked cookies (oatmeal and chocolate chips and coconut and pecans YUMOMGYUM!) and made more pesto for the freezer and baked a gorgeous blueberry pie (with little stars for the top crust, it was completely adorable) and made creole.

(2) Celebrated the anniversary of the birth and the fullness of the life of [livejournal.com profile] chromodynamics, who continues to be made of pure wonderful and made just for me. I love him. ♥ Can you believe we'll celebrate our 15th wedding anniversary this Christmas? Me neither!

(3) Remembered why we love Samwise Gamgee and reaffirmed my desire to move into the Shire, just so long as Manhattan is a train ride away and I can weekend at Rivendell. Let's get on that, k? Also, god, Elrond's attitude during the Council at Rivendell will never get old. First there's the whole Mr. Anderson vibe and then he's just so completely irritated at how utterly gauche and unsubtle and ridiculous the entire Fellowship is. What I love about that scene is how very very old and superior and, like, done with them already he feels, which is so very perfect for the Elves' attitude, and they could have screwed that up and it's just hysterical to watch him not roll his eyes.

(4) Watched BBC P&P (and ruminated upon the "is McKay really Mr. Darcy?" question) and La Vie en Rose and a few episodes of The Wire. And obv Fellowship, so if you're getting the idea that I spent most of this muggy, sticky, rainy, hot holiday weekend in my lovely air-conditioned house bouncing between the family room, our bedroom and the kitchen, you're absolutely right. Best. weekend. ever.


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ALSO! A couple of weeks ago at con.txt, during the 4th wall panel, somebody said something about the fanhistory of the squirrel terminology for Hewlett fans and said something about how DHew had reappropriated the folk etymology for his own marketing purposes for ADB, blah blah. I'd really, really like to read about that, and she mentioned that somebody posted about it on LJ but I fail at the trackback. Can anyone help me out there? And if the flist fails, do you think it'd be OK to post on the con.txt comm to ask?
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Have I mentioned recently what a sexy beast my husband is? Last night he was wearing a light blue sweater that makes his hair look really dark and glossy and jeans that make his ass look extra fantastic and he was reading "Sorceror's Stone" to the kids and his Hagrid voice is ridiculous but his Petunia Dursley is such a wretched cow. Is it wrong for me to want to jump him when he's putting the children to bed? Too bad - he is the yummiest. I win. \o/

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Too bad I already bought a wedding gift for [livejournal.com profile] jiggery_pokery and [livejournal.com profile] dezzikitty - I wonder if these guys could make one of these for English voltage/plug whatsits.

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Cookbook recommendation: I can't think of any of you who might not benefit from this, because who doesn't have trouble getting dinner made before you've given in and snacked your way to full? I've gone on at length about my longstanding love for the CI people; I don't subscribe to the magazine anymore because I just don't have time to read it, but I still get the annual collection of all of them in the pretty green cover and I still really appreciate the way their compulsiveness pays off in very well-developed recipes and techniques. These are not prissy foodies who do things because that's the way they've always been told it's best; they have the depth in their test kitchen to try everything out and trust their own editorial voice to call bullshit on foodie mythology and dogma and I really respect that.

This is a dead handy book. I do a lot of cooking on the weekends to get us through the week but by Thursday we're usually sort of limping through on leftovers and by Friday evening, Marc is picking up fast food with the kids on the way home from the ice rink (which thrills the kids, but I'm way less than pleased). There's a chapter here on double duty cooking and a chapter on slow cookers and it's just generally the way I need to think about cooking to get dinner on the table in a timely fashion every night, especially since I'm the one working later many days.

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There is this weird MySpace confluence going on in the 30s-40s these days. Marc randomly added me as a MySpace friend yesterday, which was hysterical. Then I saw a post that David Hewlett has a page over there now, joining the Firefly people and sort of rounding out the geek rolecall. And then another person in their 30s (who will remain nameless to protect her flock) posted a poll about the age of people currently jumping on board. This was all yesterday. Uh, did something happen? It still makes me insane, although apparently I have two different MySpace accounts. I don't know, the interface feels really clunky and junky to me.

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