I know I’ve been slacking off on the posting. It’s insane though. We leave in one week. We’re not packed. Boudicca (my computer) is leaving on Thursday. The shippers are coming on Friday. Our oven heating element is broken. My sister leaves in four days. Flying right now seems kinda scary. We still don’t have anyone to take the double room in the house. It sucks.

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  1. good luck, girl! i know you can do it. 🙂

    what is your sis going to do?

  2. Wow, it’s the final countdown. You must be so excited…and I must cut my head off for invoking such a horrible song into my subconscious. Damn

  3. Sis is flying to L.A. to see her on/off boyfriend and then meeting us at home for Thanksgiving. Her plans after that are still up in the air, but it sounds like she’ll probably head back out west to be with him. I won’t say anything more negative about it because she’ll probably read this. *sigh* Suffice it to say I think she could do better.

  4. than her BF or LA? i can vouch for the latter. 😉

  5. Pretty much both, sadly.

  6. oh, poo.

    she’s young and has plenty of time to make a few mistakes of the heart, if that what it turns out to be. they might even help her figure out what she truly wants and needs in the long run.

    not that i’m speaking from experience, or anything. 😉

  7. *ahem* pardon me for intruding on a discussion about, umm, me…

    but i like brigita’s advice. the fam seems to assume that i’ll make the mistake of a lifetime if i put faith in chad again. but as much as i care for him, however “wrong” for me he is perceived to be, i care just as much for my future career, if not more. it’s infuriating that, to the fam, my scholastic goals (wanting to go to grad school in fall ’02; finally feeling, after 4 wasted years as an undergrad, like i’ve sorted out what i want to end up doing and how to end up doing it) are so inconsequential compared to my romantic decisions. those choices didn’t steer me to art school; they certainly won’t steer me away from teaching someday. i wish our parents could care just as much about what i want to spend my life doing, than who i want to spend it with.

  8. still, you have to acknowledge a parent’s right to put in their $0.02, no matter how much you dislike it at the time. 9 times out of 10 they’re right, but at least you get the satisfaction of making your own choices and finding out for yourself.

    and now i’m going to butt. out.

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