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It's KITANA DAY!!!!!!

My beautiful genius sweetheart is 24 years old today. I met her 8 years ago online (and in person, at a Scott Thompson show at Caroline's) and now she's 24 years old and pursuing her doctorate at Columbia. I get prouder of her every day. She is already an academic superstar. I am very certain she will conquer the world.

Happy birthday, my darling.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 9:20 AM | shower me with attention

Friday, May 13, 2005

Last night as we were sitting around the table in our new apartment, I was telling the goils about how I was trying to convince Kirsten to come over and stay the night in my new place, "as much as she wanted".

And they started laughing at me. Of course. Because, as they said, I moved out to get away from sharing a room with her, and here I am, not even fully moved in yet, trying to get her to come sleep in my new room.

But, you know, there is historical precedent for this. When we were mere slip o' a lassies, barely more than babbies, I never slept in my own bed - every night I climbed up into her bunk and slept with her. Every single night. When we were 7, our Grandma moved into a nursing home and I got her room. Not even one night went by before Kirsten was in my bed with me, and her room became mere storage-- she slept there every night with me for three years, until we moved to Roosevelt Island and were once more officially sharing a room. On the coldest nights up to this past winter we shared a bed.

And now here I am, trying to get her to come sleep in my new room. I'll probably hitchhike and stowaway my way around the world to sleep in her new digs in Japan...

It's a twin thing.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:05 AM | shower me with attention

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

I found my keys!

They were in my computer bag.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 11:31 PM | shower me with attention

We got the mattresses moved over and the table and chairs from erin's and a whole lot of boxes, and the tvs and computers...

A note of extreme thanks must go to my angels, Terry and erin, who donated their time and energy to help us move so much. Terry came over from Brooklyn on his day off and carried stuff around on his back like Superman. It was amazing and a little scary. I thought he was going to break his head at one point.

Later on, I had to go ~~home~~ to my parents' place to pick up some clothes and eat dinner with them. I felt a little sad. It was strange. My kitties were happy to see me, though. On Monday, we'd had them two years exactly. I forgot to note that.

There's much left to move. Much. It was complicated by the fact that my two roomies were volunteering for yesterday's elections in Jersey City (~~their~~ our candidate WON!) and half the day was spent doing that instead of moving (grumble, grumble) but it's okay because a LOT of people are coming on Sunday to help us finish up.

Anyway, we got the essential stuff and we spent the first night in our new apartment. I christened the shower. We were too tired to drag Gina's mattress up the stairs, so when I left for work this morning I tiptoed around her exhausted, sleeping body.

The cats seem happy.

My room is dominated by windows, small but very bright.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:55 AM | shower me with attention

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

First blog from new apartment! First blog from new apartment!

Why are you in Tavie's head? 5:11 PM | shower me with attention

Monday, May 09, 2005

I lost my keys. I wonder if they'll turn up in one of the boxes. I wonder if my knitting needles will turn up in one of the boxes. I wonder why I keep losing things. The other day I forgot to take my Effexor, but I could have sworn I'd taken it that morning. Could've sworn. But I had the dreadful, nasty side effects (headache, nausea, dizziness, panic attacks, copious weeping), so I must have forgotten them.

No more losing or forgetting things, okeydokey?

Mother's Day was pleasant. We took Mom and TJ to a Swedish place for brunch.

I feel a little sad now that the moving time has come. Tomorrow will be crazy. Scott bless Terry for volunteering to help us out. We will need him.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 8:50 AM | shower me with attention

Sunday, May 08, 2005

Happy Mother's Day.

Moms are great.

I love my mom.

I realized today that I spent my last night in my bed at home (as a resident of said home, anyhow) on Thursday night. I'll be here Sunday night on usual, and Monday night to be here for the moving-ness on Tuesday, and then, you know, I'll just plain live here.

My dad was extremely pitiful today when we drove over to get my tv. Get over it, it's been almost 26 years. You've had way longer than most people get.

Happy Mother's Day, Mom. Stop reading my blog.

Why are you in Tavie's head? 12:25 AM | shower me with attention