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Girl meets boy. Girl woos boy with her Star Trek knowledge. Girl falls on ice, and boy catches her. Boy asks girl to marry him, and girl loses her voice. History. Made. Memories made. Love made.

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Love: Small word. Big concept.

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I’m back!

Howdy! Did you have a nice Christmas? Are you all recovered from the hustle and the bustle? Or could you have used another day in your weekend?

Lord knows I could have. I spent Christmas with a migraine of epic proportions, and the day after wasn’t a whole lot better (though it did involve a Star Wars marathon, and really the only thing better than that is a Star Trek marathon, or possibly a JAG marathon). Thank goodness I was feeling better yesterday; though I still wasn’t back to my usual self, it was a definite improvement over the previous two days.

I had planned to do a bunch of reading over the long weekend, and while I did do some reading, I didn’t do as much as I had planned. I’ll be making up for it this week, though, and I’ll be sharing my thoughts on what I’m reading right here, so stay tuned!

And now, to bed. It’s warm in bed. It’s not warm outside. Winter appears to have struck at last, and now I must go hide. 🙂

Has winter struck where you live yet?

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Photo 365 #347

Seymour took me out for supper last night, and it was grand. The food could have been better (and definitely cheaper!), but it didn’t really matter because it was just the two of us.

Alone.

Without the kids.

It was glorious. When you don’t have four kids constantly clamoring for your attention, it’s easy to take silence for granted, which is why I love date nights so freaking much.

But I digress.

Partway through supper, my new job came up in the conversation, and I confessed to being nervous about it. Seymour pulled out a package and handed it to me, saying, “Well, I thought you might like this for your new desk.”

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I have! The best! Husband! Ever! 😀

“This way,” he continued, “when you’re having a bad day, you have something to look at and remind yourself that it could always be worse.”

“Yeah, at least I’m not going out on an away mission in a red shirt!” I quipped.

Seriously, though, the thing is awesome. And it’s going to look great right next to my Voyager figurine. 😉

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Writing 201: Future

The final poetry prompt for Writing 201 involves writing a sonnet about the future.  Talk about saving the best for last!  And of course by best, I mean hardest:

And yet, somehow, I managed to…

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Santa left me a pretty awesome gift in my stocking this year:

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Rumor has it they make comm badges that actually function thanks to the wonders of Bluetooth, if I remember correctly. I’m not sure I want to know how much those cost, though. 🙂

What was your favorite gift this year?

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Photo 365 #136

Yep, it’s another Christmas tree picture:

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Seymour’s had Data for longer than I’ve known him, but the Enterprise is a recent acquisition.  I told Seymour and Bubbles they’d wear out the batteries on it the other night; as we were setting up the tree, they kept pushing the ornament’s play button so they could hear the intro from Star Trek: The Next Generation.  It was awfully funny, and reminded me of when I was a kid.  My grandma used to have these bird ornaments that would sing when you tapped their beaks.  Her cardinal ornament was my favorite; they have such a pretty song.  I’m pretty sure I wore out its batteries. 🙂

In the end, we decided that, so long as no one shows the boys how it works, our pretty ornament will live to speak another year.

What are some of your favorite ornaments?

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Photo Friday: Birthdays!

Today, Bubbles turns eleven.  How in the world is it possible that my beautiful baby boy is suddenly eleven?

Startin' 'em off young FTW.

Startin’ ’em off young FTW.

Since this is his weekend at his dad’s, we had his birthday supper last night: Spaghetti with meat sauce and chocolate cake with chocolate frosting (and the Heath bits leftover from Tuesday night’s Pampered Chef party).  After he opened his presents, we cleaned up and put the boys to bed before settling in for an episode of Star Trek: Voyager.  It was a good night, and I hope his day and night today will be just as fun.

I love you, Bubbles. ❤

Do you have any family traditions surrounding birthdays?  If so, share ’em below, and don’t forget to stop by Charnele’s blog and check out her birthday pictures – you won’t regret it!

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How Star Trek improved my confidence in my writing skills

Seymour and I have been rewatching all things Star Trek since we were dating; we’ve taken care of the original series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, and all the movies (although we’re not big fans of the reboot and I haven’t yet seen Into Darkness).  We’re halfway through our Enterprise rewatch at the moment (which is great because it means I’m that much closer to a rewatch of my beloved Voyager), having started Season 3 the other night.  Seymour’s been telling me about how awful the third season is; he’s not a big fan of the temporal cold war story arc or the Xindi story arc and frankly, I kind of agree with him on the temporal cold war thing.

Anyway, the point of this is that the season premiere of Season 3 had me laughing.  And facepalming.  The words, “What the hell?!” kept running through my head.  Sure, it started off okay – recap of the season finale, Xindi council meeting, theme song (which sucks now – they completely ruined it by jazzing it up).  But then they unveil the new command center, and that’s where it all went wrong:

A letter to my blog

Hello, pretty blog.  How are you?  Have you missed me?  Been lonely without me to update you?

I’m sorry.  Really, I am.  It’s just that I’ve been revising.  And writing.  And chasing one kid after another – it’s like herding cats, I tell you.

Don’t believe me?  Why not?  Oh, you want pics or it didn’t happen?  All right, fine.  Here you go.

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There, are you happy?  Proof I’ve been writing and drinking all the coffee.  What more could you want?

Oh, you want something of substance?  Well, I think I can help you out there.   Here’s an excerpt from my new short story…