My weekend was full of feelings and I've neither squeezed nor absorbed as of yet. Friday night was spent with my family at Levi's football game and, later, at a surprise celebration for my sister, Monti's, 30 birthday. It seems like only yesterday when she was painting my fingernails and, with her friends, using my face as their canvas as they practiced the art of make-up application. I always hated it when they did that, but I guess I learned at a young age that "beauty is pain". Anyway, she is now married with two really neat kids. Makes me wonder why the hell I'm so far behind... or am I? I don't have the family yet, but I'd bet the ant farm that I have more life experiences by far. Sometimes I'm amazed by the fact that I don't have some sort of family as the result of any number of sinful and spontaneous nights. The infertility Gods are surely prominent in my life. Which brings me to another realization. I've been thinking and talking about this child-bearing thing a lot lately. And my dreams have been trickled with images of my offspring. The latest dream being of me holding a beautiful, chubby baby boy with lots of dark hair, big, blue eyes. . . and a broken arm. He seemed happy, though. I think I may be beginning to hear the faint murmer of my biological clock going tick, tick, tick. Alas. Moving on to Saturday. I awoke feeling a bit sick to my stomach. Ironic? That soon passed and, noticing the gorgeous weather, opened every window in the house (I love that!) and was overcome by feelings of domestic energy and made dinner, did laundry, washed dishes, and basically twiddled around the house in an embarassingly happy state, considering what I was doing. Lathen did manly things such as lounge in "his chair", watch football and fold the clean clothes I was constantly throwing on him from the dryer. He's really good with the towels! It was a cozy day but the coziness ended about 5 when he was off to work, and I prepared for an evening out. I drank a few Malibu/Cokes, curled my hair, dressed and headed to Sidetrack Tavern for a 3-band benefit for Red Cross. My cousin's band (The Ten Cent Pistols) opened. They play an interesting mixture of punk and old-school country. I drank heavily and quite enjoyed myself with my aunt Kat, cousin Christie, her boyfriend, DJ, and friends Tom and Kim. Later, a friend from school, Stacy, met me there and, after the Pistols finished, we went to Woody's and Sandy's for a few more cocktails. What happened after the bars closed is consequential only to me and will definitely be absorbed. I was still quite drunk when Lathen came home and, after we briefed each other of our nights, sleep came quickly, at least for me. Sunday, we lunched at Brewsky's and finally began working on the chain link fence in our back yard. Lathen is going to build it himself and I'm happy to predicte that it should be done this week. In the life of two procrastinators, a finished fence is an exciting thing.

I believe I may be caught up now. I will definately need to share the latest happenings in my professional life, but that can wait. I hope the suspense does not kill you.