More proof of my mass of insanity....

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Finally! The asparagus hatched!

Finally now, I can post. My lovely dearest computer was sick for such a long time and now it is fixed but seems not to fancy my blog page. Who knows.
Well all is well with boy. Girl could not be happier as he lay here in my arms fast asleep with his lovely eyes...oh wait, was that my outside voice? Perhaps that was my mind thinking what it might like for if he was lying in my arms, how on earth would I type? True, true, this must all be thought out oh dear Curithers....

I am sick. I have a stuffy nose and a sore throat and my neck glands hurt and I can't sleep, hence me posting at like the ungodly hour of 4:30 am. Drinking my tea-cinnamon today, the boy got it for me to try, not a bad choice I must say. I usually don't like cinnamon flavored drinks but this is really lovely. Oh and did you know that Central Market makes lovely tortillas? Yep they do.

Yesterday the boy and I went to the mall and looked around and went to a few other stores. I wore my normal odd attire and you know how many funny looks I got? I mean ok, be a little more non-chalant about it. This is what I was wearing, you be the judge: maroon fuzzy tights, brown cloggish type shoes, a dress to my knees (cream with flowers on it, maroon, purple, green, and blue), and a green pullover sweater on top. Oh and a blue undershirt which you could see out the neck of my shirt. It really wasnt' all that weird.....just everyone else thinks I should look like them I suppose, what would be the fun in that? Hmmm??

Curithers, I do not understand people, the go into a store and buy exactly what is on the manequin in the window, why not be creative and make up your own outfit using that as a possible guide or be brave and do something totally different?

My love, some people are not comfortable with their own personal taste while others just don't know exactly what it really is. Take care oh dear one, people will eventually understand.

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