I think Sting should write a Bond song. What a sexy song that would be. I feel a little flushed just thinking about it. Like I should be wearing black, strappy, lacy things while thinking about it.
I remembered what it was that I wanted to write about in my last entry, and I can't believe I forgot it! Maverick is coming to visit! (Insert the Dance of Joy here). Hooray, hooray, hooray. Yay. I am happy. By the way, he's the one who told me to call Prez in the first place. To give credit where credit is due.
Just from watching Jerry Bruckheimer on the Late Late Show, he seems like a nice guy. Or it might be my desire to believe that people who are that successful are also nice, and the Universe rewards goodness. That it's not completely random, and I have more of a chance at success because I am a good person.
I am so proud of my daughter. We've been using signs when we talk to her for a while now. Yesterday, she made her first sign on her own. "Eat". It was so cool to see her little hand go to her mouth, and to know that she is telling me something, actively communicating with us, with words. How awesome.
Random thoughts, eh?
--N
LATELY
My New Page - 2006-04-15
Life is a Magic Thing, Woah. - 2005-11-18
No Dooce for You! - 2005-11-09
The Nicest Thing Anyone Has Ever Said To Me - 2005-09-05
Ugh. Grunt. Some Other Stuff. - 2005-09-01
RANDOM ENTRY
all words � ME, 2005.