Hello, Mr. Bond... and welcome to my Dark Lab of Blogging.

Mwa hahahahaha.


er... *cough* *cough* Hey there!

So... taking a break from dancing around in my boxers and old pj t-shirts to "Call on Me" to update whoever (ifever) is out there on the past ... week? or so? Perchance?
It matters not! Onward, brave souls!
... bear with me, I just finished my second mug of coffee. Note I didn't use the word "cup" - measurement of my daily intake would either cause a national crisis ("there'll be none left for the rest of us!!") or send Starbucks et co rushing and banging down my door, and it's far too early for both.
I am still in college - 9 30 ish can still be considered "early". Mais oui, moving on...

In summation: Dashing, muscle-y older brother has escaped academic and military prison known as the United States Military Academy. (two claps). Family - including self - all extraordinarily proud of the big guy, albeit walking around a "post" built entirely out of steep hills in heels and a dress severely tried both my patience and any secret, minute desire I may have or have had to start getting in touch with my feminine side.
(to be serious, though I doubt Fezz reads this, I really am proud of him. I just, ya know, can't let him know. Aren't siblings fun?!)
On the side, at the "hop" - an old fashioned, formal dance the night before graduation, discovered that even if my dad and I can't dance like normal human beings together (i.e find the goddamn beat), it's still entertaining, and goodness knows I enjoyed the experience. Now, I just have to get married for the *rest* of you to enjoy that particular spectacle! [grin]

oh, and little black dress plus *huge* white heels apparently do not equal fashion success. Whoops. Where's the Indiana Music School wind section when you need fashion advice?
(oh that was meaner than I intended it... sorry, Fruitcake, but I was as lost as a jock at a D+D convention.)
... SCORE!

... wait... nah. Other embarassing self-realizations will be revealed over the World Wide Web at other, more opportune moments.

Also, little sister Muffin officially finished with her Junior year. Dear Entity, what in tarnation happened to her being that itty bitty freshman that carried the field hockey team's equipment?! Not only has she taken my car, but she probably drives it better than me. (but cut me some slack, I'm rusty.) Slight perk, though - while merging onto the NJ Turnpike to get back home from USMA, was very useful in checking my blindspots on the right side.
... *%&#$@! minivan!

*please hold while "writer" thinks of what she herself has been doing for the undetermined period of time.*
Oh, right - eating all the fruit in the house, running and biking around town so much that it looks like I don't have a job (i don't, as you might recall), rereading all of my old books - Superfudge, by the way, never gets old. I'll be singing "Toot Toot Tootsie Goodbye!" until someone beats it out of me.
(that's not a request)
And before I forget, I've been practicing bass. I figure I should since... that's... my.... career... and... well....
well, it helps that I'm pretty enamoured with the darned thing. Too bad it's been labeled as the Drag Queen of contrabass.

Und... last but certainly not least... I have been continuing to get my old lady on. Love it. Golden girls marathons, here I come.
one final note - before you scoff ("Golden Girls?! Has she lost her mind?!"), yesterday's episode was about a guy running for office that... was... previously... a.... woman.
Take that, politically correct conventionalism!


And with that, it's 10 am, and I've got to get my Dorothy, Rose, Blanche, and Sofia on. (While, I, ya know, clean up the kitchen for my dear, sweet Mama. It's good to be home. *grin*)