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I love Saturday mornings.

They're my absolute favorite times to feel good about myself; productive, peaceful, clever. So, probably, time off work, less human traffic/hustleandbustle, and the morning sunshine are the ingredients to fooling myself (who's that song: "you're fooling yourself if you don't believe it. . .") I've read three chapters, been grocery shopping, turned down for a city sticker, chatted with the barista at caribou, and cleaned my kitchen. Now to the really important part. Today is the day I hope to make all the important people able to babble on this website just like me. We'll see how that goes, but right now, I'm gonna get a head start :) The other thing I have to say is how absolutley IN LOVE i am with The Time Traveler's Wife. It's an utterly amazing and engaging book. I'm actually relieved that I am no longer riding the train for three hours a day, cause I can stretch this book out longer than I'd be able to in my previous routine. READ IT. If Sarah's endorsement wasn't enough, add mine to it and gobble this book up. It will make your heart ache and your brain hurt (both in the good way). This is not a friendly suggestion, but a command. (ps, that TTW link ( not the chicago PBS station call letters, abbreviated book title) is actually to the website of the amazing and awesome bookstore in Portland. Powells Used and New books far outstrips any Borders or Barnes & Noble ('cept i didn't see any cushy chairs, though i doubt it lacked a nice reading area. . . its HUGE))

Anyways. I hope this post is a welcome to the four of you. Love-Me