"Here we are folks. The dream we all dream of."

Back from Christmas vacation. And yet it's horribly dead in the office, what with so many people out. I really should have brought the dog today.

Watched Independence Day for the first time in ages yesterday and was surprised to discover Kowalsky (SG-1) was in it. Jayne and Kowalsky! Rock on!

Due to stress and PMS (which made me cry at EVERYTHING, except the Big Damn Movie - just ask bubblesbrnaid), I have the zit from hell on my nose. You can see it in profile. Thank goodness I'm isolated from most human contact this week.

Hung out with family, that whole thing...and mom had a "talk" with me about finding a career that makes you happy. Lots of talking until she worked around to what she and my dad feel I keep coming back to, something that comes very naturally to me and is effortless, something that they think I should find a way to really concentrate on...writing. Hee.

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Dear uterus,

I know. I know. It's an afront to your dignity every frickin' month what you have to go through. But is it necessary to cause this much pain? Seriously. Cramping is NOT fun when there's no reward of a small child being pushed out. 'Kay? So stop already! (Especially since I gave you four ibuprofen to put you in an appropriately happy drug haze.)

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In trying to entertain myself since I'm not at my own computer and don't have access to email (what's with this machine?), I give you NASCAR picspam. Harvick-centric.

( Whatever he's looking at, I can see his brain from this angle. )

( Dear Kevin, don't make me tease you about the tummy. )

( 9 more months of winter! Harvick saw his shadow! )

( For Otherbella )

( For me. Hee! )

( Harvick and Biffle! )

( Harvick looks suspicious, Jamie looks bored, and the blonde looks blonde. )

( Here start the really suspicious pictures. TourOfDuty will be most intrigued. )

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More NASCAR picspam: Elliott Sadler edition.

( Mama! The furry man scares me! )