Well, the wedding was a total bust. Facebook had server errors for the entire two hours, so I spent most of the time clicking on busted links. Fun.....NOT.
Plus, the dohickey to upload pictures to your profile was broken the entire day, so nobody could dress up in Phoon photos, so I got no wedding pics with Phoons in them. That was the entire purpose of the wedding -- to get everybody into Phoons.
*heavy sigh*
Oh well, Liana, my friend from Wisconsin, did get a pic of everybody trying to participate in the raid. Tool Time Tim, my MHA hubby, is in the center, doing a Phoon in front of an elephant. He had uploaded his picture earlier, so he's the only one in costume. I'm in the top row, second in from the left with my LivelyLibra picture on. The rest of the pics are people in my group; they showed up in full force and had fun killing my hubby the whole two hours.
Ok. Enuf of this.
On to real life: my hubby is talking politics and the economy, again, this morning. We are hopeful that the new administration will be able to sort this current mess out and save us from ourselves. Check out change.gov -- Obama's attempt to have transparent government.
The kids are doing well, son #1 is busy as ever, but we spent quality time at Thanksgiving, and will have a few days around New Years to hang out, so all is well there. Son #2 is having a grand time on his early Christmas present -- a brand new laptop computer.
And finally, school is going well. Haven't heard about the damn 08 books, but I'm prepared to deal with all the complaints....by ignoring the fuckers. Sign up for yearbook class, which currently has openings, to help us get the 09 books out the door faster.
And finally, I've been chatting still with Jedi and Pi, and they are still great great kids. Both kicking ass in college, but Jedi has really felt the pressure this semester -- cellular biology is one tough course, and a neurosciences degree ain't easy.
Ranae is doing well in school, too, and is a college newspaper photographer. But she wants to come back home next year and be closer to her boyfriend and family. . . she'll excel wherever she goes, so I'm not worried about her.
All in all, I'm not worrying....7 school days until our two-week Christmas vacation, or Winter Break to be more politically correct.
Bring it on.
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