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All throughout the day, almost every day, I think of topics that would be perfect for this internet propelled mental bleedout.  But since those moments always pass before I’ve sat down and signed in, I decided to just sit down anyway and see what comes of it.

In today’s news, some of you may not know that Zach and I will soon be moving into a house.  It’s a rental house but still the first place that we’ve ever lived in that was free standing and not dependent on a shared wall.  We’ll have a yard, a park across the street and easy access to downtown (less than 3 miles away).  I’m imagining waking up early on Saturday mornings to take advantage of the Dane County Farmer’s Market, familiarizing myself with the many restaurants downtown, spending Wednesday evenings soaking up music and mingling at the Union, and just enjoying life in a neighborhood and not an apartment or student ghetto.  Before all of the benefits we have to do the hard work of painting and moving but everything comes with a price.

Thanks to Ivy and Nina’s reviews of “interesting,” I have picked up “Wicked” by Gregory Maguire.  For those of you who knew me in my young “Redwall” days, “Wicked” is right up my alley but interestingly enough, Harry Potter was never a close friend of mine.  It’s driving me a bit crazy that I have a little of “Eats Shoots & Leaves” left yet to read, but I needed something different to keep my imagination roving.  I have a serious fear that I am losing some of my mental capacity – both left and right brain – so keeping things varied seems like a good idea.  That and a lot of Yahoo! Games crossword puzzles.  I’ll get you some day, you darn Sunday Challenge puzzles!

I’ve never thirsted for the pain of a tattoo, but I’m hoping that a design I created for Zach will help him achieve that satisfying burn of permanency.  Tattoos have always enthralled me but few ideas have seemed good enough to have a place of solidarity among my skin cells.  This conversation is coming on the tail of a desire to stock my accessory drawer with funky necklaces, dangly earrings, and generally any other type of physical adornment.

I think one reason I am so drawn to writing is that while I’m informing you all of the mishmash going on in my life, I can simultaneously talk like a chipmunk baby to Blue dog.  That face is so distracting…