Fine. You win.

All right, all right. I'll write something real.

The Monday before Christmas, I started my new job. My new-job-that-is-really-my-old-job-just-in-a-new-center. It's great. And amazing. And happy and wonderful. The directors take responsibility for their actions. The caregivers do their job and don't gossip about each other (that I have to hear). And probably best of all, my co-secretary is awesome. She laughs. She's smart. She smiles a lot. And because of all that, I am the same. I don't wear my cranky pants anymore. And my brain feels stimulated from time to time, although I could be doing better on that front.

I finally ordered a new computer. It should be here any day. I have already received the speaker and I am just waiting for the CPU, monitor, keyboard, mouse and, well, everything that isn't the speaker. When I get it, I will post loveliness and happy hearts.

I have been obsessing over Quentin Tarantino films lately. If you've ever met me (which most of you have) you know how it goes: for some reason, something goes off in my brain and suddenly I must know the whole story about an actor, a director, a talk show host, a TV show, and I cannot stop until this thirst is satiated. It's strange, but I'll be honest, enjoyable. Usually. Because usually I can easily find DVDs, footage, books, whatever on the subject. In Okinawa, I am not that lucky. The library is tiny. The video rental places are lame. My husband took Pulp Fiction to the desert with him (selfish!). I think the thing with Tarantino is that he is just so smart and so bizarre. I love smart and bizarre. Well, okay, I've probably worn out everyone's interest in that topic.

Wow. That's really about it.

Handwritten.

Adventures in Doggie Sitting.

As most of you know, I am dogsitting Molly's best friend Tea (think Tea Leoni, but I can't get the accent over the "e" properly). Have you ever seen two dogs who look cuter together?



I doubt it.

Anyway, Tea has a lot of toys. These toys end up all over the house. There is one particular bunny that she takes up to bed every night and brings back down every morning. For whatever reason, yesterday, bunny didn't make it all the way downstairs. And it really creeped me out.



I didn't set the bunny like that. I know neither Molly nor Tea have opposable thumbs to set the bunny in such a manner. Sitting so perfectly. Possibly having a conversation with a ghostly bunny counterpart. Bunny looks so interested in what Ghost Bunny might be saying. CreeeEEepy....

Maybe I've been watching too much Halloween TV.