Alas, my search to buy purple pens locally has been horribly unsuccessful. I'm going to check the office supply catalog at work next week and see if I can have them order a box for me. I never imagined it would be this challenging to find purple ink.
In other news, Nasty Bastard is supposed to be making some of these: .
Gina gave me two wonderful books along with my Serenity Angel. The first is titled "At the Heart of Friendship" and I'm going to type in some of the quotes from it. The other is called "It's a Girl Thing: The Hilarious Truth about Women". I've just started reading the other book and it's a riot.
Both books are put out by Hallmark.
Update:Simon (who won't let me give him a silly description) found a good link as a follow up to this post.
FOUR ALL WHO READ AND RIGHT:
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice;
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his, and him,
but imagine the feminine as being she, shis, and shim.
So a long time ago, in a place far, far away (NJ), I was born. Around 10:30am. I'm not going to bother telling you my age since no one believes me when I say what it is anyway.
Thank you all for the lovely birthday wishes. This has been a pretty stressful month for me and all of the comment-love puts a smile on my face.
I got a card from some co-workers with a great quote on it:
"I plan on growing old much later in life, or maybe not at all.
—Patty Carey 1901"
Claudia, Gina and I went out to the new Japanese restaurant in Parker. They are both wonderful women who I am so grateful to have in my life.
Gina got me two wonderful books and another Willow Tree Angel. She got me "Serenity: Calm the soul, free the spirit."
Robyn got me "Thank You: Appreciating your kindness!"
I really like these angels. They speak to my heart.
Joshua Prismon is taking over with the blogger meet-up (from Brad). At the moment, the suggested time and place is 2pm, Saturday August 30th, at the Rock Bottom on the 16th Street Mall.
I'm going even though I'm not really a tech blogger type. And it's not limited to bloggers - you can be a plain old tech person.
Hope to see you there. If you want my cell phone #, leave a comment here or send email to me and I'll trade you for it.
Grishka went for a stroll tonight (unplanned and unapproved). We found flashlights and took cans of kitty treats outside to rattle around. No kitty. :( Hopefully he'll find somewhere safe to be and come back to us. He was up on the dirt road, but he's back in the house now.
Katya was sitting there staring at the open door. Peri was in the office (behind the baby gate).
Please keep us in your thoughts while August extracts a pound of flesh from me.