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After recovering (?) from Round II of The Sick, we decided to go out to the last day of the Dogwood Festival.

Anton enjoyed his first ride, the motorcycles! Actually, the first time on the ride he kept crying for Mama and looked ready to cray at any second, but he said he enjoyed it once it was over. The second time, he smiled and really enjoyed himself.

Unlike Anton, Ana is adventurous. I took Ana on the carousel and she loved it! She held onto the pole with one hand and clutched myshirt with other. She looked at the horsies, she cooed, and she even looked out to see Daddy and Bro out in the crowd. Afterward, she wanted to look at the horsies again. She cooed and pointed at the Ferris Wwhich was nicely lit up when we left.

It was a nice evening, and well-deserved after our days of misery.

In other news, I found this interesting:
Tom Tomorrow regarding the US' attack on Iraq

I finally got to see Goose yesterday! It was the first time in years that we've seen each other in a quiet enough setting to actually chat and enjoy each others' company. It didn't hurt that my son is in love with her son. It was a beautiful and we enjoyed it fully, playing outside with the kiddies. This will make it's own photo album.

So Anton is officially sick with the stomach flu. He's been unable to keep anything down for the last two days. He drinks, retches violently and proclaims with the righteous indignation of the male of the species, "I'm NOT sick!" Great. Ana should be yakking like hell for her birthday onn Sunday.

I found something very scary on this April Fool's Day that isn't a joke. It makes me cringe: Bernat has come up with an exciting new yarn that they call Bling Bling. Oh, the humanity!

I'm terribly saddened by the health ofthe Pope. I like JPII. I'm praying for him. Not praying for him to live, precisely; just praying good thoughts for the poor man.

For extra fun, today would have been my cousin's 31st birthday. He never made it to the drinking age. He was in a vegetative state. His folks pulled the plug pretty quickly. The president didn't give lickety-shit, either. Then again, he was po' white trash; it wouldn't have made a compelling story even to this administration. I'm glad he didn't linger in limbo for ages like Teri Schaivo. But, my God, I miss that boy. He was, by far, my closest cousin. I can't describe the loss. And losing him was like losing my entire extended family. I miss him. Happy birthday, Eddie.