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This is a linkback to an LCE Test Post! I’d like to be able to show the folks what a linkback looks like!

I’d been to the grocery store. She’d slept. A lot.

“I got you some Dr. Pepper in bottles instead of the cans. I figured your room could use a change in decor.”

She laughed. She couldn’t very well deny that the most prominent feature of her current “decorating” scene is about seventeen kabillion empty popcans. My daughter takes procrasitination beyond the level of ordinary humans.

“And I got you a can of Oust. Outdoor scent. A whole can. Just for you. So you can get some idea of what the rest of the world smells like.”

“Are you joking?” She’s incredulous.

 ”No, I’m totally serious. I picked it up and it made me laugh. Thought it would do you good to smell simulated outdoors. So I bought you your own can of Outdoor Scent Oust.”

I also suggested she might want to engage in some productive activity.  :mrgreen: 

Damn. Has it been that long since I’ve posted here? Holy shit.

 Well, yeah, I’ve been busy as Hell. Everybody and their brother wants to do web projects at the first of the year, man. They drive me nuts.

I’ve also been real busy on LCE. After the move to the new site, I had a bughunt; any big move is bound to bring out little weird shit afterwards. This is a complicated site running complicated software configurations, and there is stuff to work out. I still have lots of the content to bring over. (I’m also taking a hit on earnings because of this–less pages = fewer search engine hits = fewer ads = less revenue. Ow!) So lots to do still! I thought I’d have a break after the move, but it’s not been much yet. And I want to stay active on the site, too. I think it makes a difference to the members there, and that’s important to me.

Plus day-to-day life. It’s a lot! I’m not stressed. Well, ok, there is stress, but it’s not heavy, unbearable stress. It’s stretched-schedule stress. I’ve been here before and I know how it works.

 Anywho, that’s the scoop.

Hope all of you out there are having a lovely Holiday season…I finally got my low carb site launched, more or less (LCE). I’ve been working very hard, and I’m glad to take a couple of days off. Still lots to do, but my biggest task–switching from the old server to the new one–is done.

Anyway, I’m taking it easy tonight, and hope you are, too. Merry Fuckin’ Christmas, folks!

Julie’s got some new sweeties. Well, Ginger is new; Lily is less so, but still a fairly recent addition to the family. Don’t they just look like they were born to be photographed? I’m sure glad you decided to add to your family, Julie.
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Kidlet and I made a gingerbread house today. Ended up working on it way longer than we’d realized, and had a blast. She was even able to overcome some of her genetic tendencies towards OCD-type behavior (NOT from me, by the way) and put some of the candy on the house without making sure there was a consistent color pattern rotation in some cases. Har!

 At first, we thought it might look like a 3-year-old barfed the day after Halloween, but we ended up deciding it looked like the work of a pyscho clown on acid. Either way, we had a delightful time building it.

Promised a pic of my son’s painting. cool, huh? i haven’t gotten a frame for it yet. but i love it, i love that he brought us one of his paintings to begin with, and i LOVE having my kids’ original artwork around the house. i think it gives us more creative energy in the house.

busy as hell. still out here, but dixiblog will probably be fairly quiet for at least another couple of weeks.

hope you’re all faring well. peasce out.  :cool: 

Well, the holidays are officially here. We can declare it offical now, because I’ve begun taunting Stinker for Christmas. This is a greatly beloved sport and tradition at our house. Even though she’s all grown up in many ways, she still has that kid’s spirit of Christmas, and it’s fun as Hell. It also makes taunting her fun as Hell.

It goes something like this:

“Oh Baiiiiilllllleeeeyyyyyyy….guess what? I got the first Christmas present I ordered today. One for you! I got a Christmas present here, in the house. For you. In this very house! It is soooooooooo coooooolll! You’re going to love it. You won’t believe how cool it is. It’s the coolest gift ever given in all time and space. I can’t wait to give it to you! Don’t you wonder what it is? Wait a minute…I forgot….hmmmm. Oh wait. It’s a…ooops! Almost said it. That wouldn’t have been good! Almost forgot, but now I remember. How could I forget such a cool gift?” I could go on and on like this, of and on, for days at a time. Just ask her.

She flips me off. I’m laughing my ass off. She’s trying not to laugh, a little, to keep up with her righteously indignant routine but she can’t pull it off very well. She doesn’t do a convincing grumpy most of the time. Fortunately, she doesn’t seem to want to.

“Forget it,” she declares. “I can wait. I don’t care. Christmas will come soon enough. I am not doing that this year. I don’t care.”" Neither of us believe her, any more than we believe she’ll want to sleep in until 10am on Christmas day. I didn’t think to offer that whole “time starts moving faster as you get older” phenomena could work in her favor in this situation.  ”

I laugh and laugh and laugh. Of course she cares. That’s the fun of it: both the teasing and the presents. What she’d never admit is that she enjoys the teasing almost as much as the Christmas part. She’d swear it drives her nuts. And maybe it does a little, but it doesn’t, too.

Of course, I’d never say she likes the teasing as much as the actual presents. She’d faint or something.

I had a text conversation the other day and it was testy. With my kid. I’ve noticed almost all of these conversations we have end up that way, provided they last more than five minutes and go beyond the 3 W’s: “Work, weather and Well-gotta-go.” Without fail, I end up offending her. I won’t say it’s without cause, because it’s not, although I don’t see it the same way. But I’ll cope to being hard to take in certain circumstances, and readily identify this as one of ‘em.

And while I wasn’t thrilled about how it worked out, I don’t know of a better way to handle it, either. And honestly, I’m not sure I should try to find one.

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