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Another filk baby! From a Blatherchat posting by John O'Halloran: "More Filk Expansion! Received this morning: Aminda Rose Capp was born at 3:28 am at O'Connor Hospital in San Jose, California. The vital stats are healthy (a perfect 10) 7Lbs 5oz, 19.5 inches. Daughter of Fred Capp and Robin Baylor cadreamer@earthlink.net." Many congrats, Fred and Robin!


Went to my sister's last night for dinner. I showed her how to use a news board I set up on her site through Greymatter (I set one up on my mom-in-law's site as well - I am a Greymatter Junkie, thanks to my friend Josh). While we were at the computer, Sara watches intently and then asks if she can post something online. I show her Blatherchat, and am thrilled when she says she'd like to add a posting. Sara typed the whole thing herself:

"i have a speshell dolly named well dolly my favret sport is soker fysgfiewyhfiusyrfhdufhsliurshfigs eirhfeifheiuhrueihrduhturheu sara {name removed for privacy reasons}."

Yay, my niece's first Blatherchat posting! I am going to save it so I can embarrass her with it when she's older. I am such a thoughtful aunt.


After dinner, Sara asked if I could play soccer with her in the backyard. Eek, I thought. I only had open-toed Birkenstocks. But how could I say no? And wow, she's actually pretty good. I was huffing and puffing, trying not to trip over my sandals, while Sara darted around me, laughing. It reminded me of how I felt as an awkward teenager, feeling all gangly (what a great word, that) and uncoordinated.


Were any of you jock-types back in high school? I know Rand was (Ookla The Mok's album is now officially available, by the way...see Rand's Ookla Says column). I was pretty much an anti-jock...I was in the school band and the Library Club (we put away returned books for the librarians, woohoo!). I hated Phys.Ed., except for the class study topics, like Health and Sex Ed., which we all pretended to find dull but secretly found fascinating.


Even as grown-up, I still tend to see myself as an uncoordinated couch potato type (or "mouse potato", a term Jeff came up with which I quite like), even though I work out at the gym 3-5 times a week and survived -and actually enjoyed- a gruelling canoe trip on the Nahanni River. It's sometimes pretty tough to break out of the box you help other people build for you in childhood.


Today's Blatherpic:

Parki and Jeff at the cottage, years ago.


Link of the Day:

How To Get Even With Your Bank


Today's Poll Question:

Do you like to sing in the shower?