My conversations lately with LJ have been eerily similar to my conversations with my father:

M: Hey Dad, what’s up
D: Everything’s fine here, everything okay there?
M: All about the same, everything’s cool.
D: Okay, love ya then, bye!

Seriously, that’s just about how short. He’s not one to waste much time on the phone. I think the longest phone conversation I ever had with him took almost 20 minutes.

Max has called a few times from over there. He tried calling several times the first morning of PodcampAZ and I missed him and carried my (on vibrate) phone in my hand the rest of the weekend hoping he’d try again. The last two attempts were less than satisfactory. Static, cutting in and out and somewhat garbled, not to mention quite late at night. That boy never did understand time zone differences. I gather he’s in finally in Tikrit. They had a two-week stopover in Kuwait for whatever reason, then were supposed to move on to their base over last weekend. He’s got an “over there” cell phone so I now I need to find an international calling card.

Went to a friend’s house for a “we went to London and you didn’t so you have to see our pictures” party Saturday evening. I was really impressed by her Husband’s intensity in presenting the Harry Potter series of vacation shots. He’d apparently spent hours before the trip investigating actual shooting locations and plotting the course and then clipping screen shots from the movies for comparison afterward. Complete with theme music. Very nicely done. I suggested YouTube.

After that, I met another friend and her MIL at a local (crappy) bar and had a great time watching her do Karaoke. Not enough chutzpah to get up and do it myself yet. I may have to practice a couple of songs for next time, just in case I get up the nerve.

Oh oH OHHH, guess where they took the Freelander to get fixed? Seriously! I had to go down there Monday morning to sign off on it. The other guy’s insurance man asked me where I wanted it to go – completely covered – and I suggested the auto body place where Buck works. Yeah, part of me is giggling, but for reals this way I know he’ll make sure it’s all fixed before we get it back. He’s vested in this stupid car loan too and we need it as good as it can get to sell it for as much as possible.

Still ignoring all calls from Wells Fargo. The flunkies on the phone never seem to scroll down to the notes and I got sick and tired of repeating the same lines over and over. As soon as the car is back I’ll call the one specific number I need to. Until then, there’s no law that says I have to answer the phone.

Let’s see . . .

Have spent time with Kira, but I can’t readily find the cable I need to transfer pics from my camera. Silly me didn’t seat the memory card properly last time and all the pics takes since then went to the internal memory instead. Duh.

Ginnie’s mice keep dieing. She’s been getting them from PetCo the last few times because they’re cheaper but pretty soon their hair falls out in chunks and they eventually just lay down and die. She’s supposed to be raising mice for term project in school. Even the snake won’t eat them. It was hilarious watching the snake roam around the bathtub with the damned mouse riding on his back. I should have taken video. Snake was sooo not interested. Unfortunately, now she has to dump or clean everything and start over before winter break. And yes, the kitten is gone. It’s living at boyfriend’s house.

Can’t think of anything else at the mo.