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So there was a shuttle launch yesterday and I saw it. Not from across the water in Titusville like the rocket launch a few months ago, but outside at work 50 miles away. Everybody gathered at the front of the building and looked east, and then we saw it: the bright and hopeful little engine that could. I don't trust anyone who can watch a shuttle launch with a dry eye. Hundreds of thousands of man-hours went into that mission along with countless hopes and dreams and prayers and wishes and sleepless nights and worried families and ounces of adrenaline and pounding hearts and wide eyes seeing the earth for the first time. If watching that oblong fireball stream through the clouds doesn't make you shut up and stare with awe and wonder and slightly watery eyes, then you might want to do a little self-reflection on how you turned out to be such a heartless person. If you've never seen a shuttle launch and you're sitting there thinking, "I don't think that seeing one would make me feel all those things you're describing, Amelia." I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, you just have no idea.

S'posed to be a launch today. wasn't.

Finally after months of being hassled about not having a site feed (by the lazy ones who don't want to check my site every minute). I'm setting one up. Here's the link to my Atom Feed. I know there's RSS out there, too, but I haven't had time to explore the whys and wherefores of one over the other, and Atom is the one that Blogger supports with ease. If you have any suggestions about something I should do, then text me.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, and would like to, read What Are Webfeeds (RSS), and Why Should You Care?. I haven't had the time to read it yet, either, so feel free to text me a synopsis.

autobot, kick amelia?

They were blowing up London today. That really sucks. George Galloway, a member of the British Parliament said,

"We argued, as did the security services in this country, that the attacks on Afghanistan and Iraq would increase the threat of terrorist attack in Britain. Tragically Londoners have now paid the price of the Government ignoring such warnings."

Which is basically like saying, "ha, I told ya so." I don't keep up very much with individual MPs and their politics and personalities, but knowing no more than this, I can safely say that this George Galloway person is a tool. How about a little compassion for the 50+ dead and 700 wounded fellow countrymen? I suppose he is a socialist, so he can't help being an idealistic squeaker.

The U.S. is also responsible for attacks on Afghanistan and Iraq, but I can tell you that this would never happen in the U.S. Why? Nobody uses public transportation. Terrorists would have to set a bomb in each of our cars, which would be highly impractical, because we certainly don't put more than two in a car at a time, and even that's rare. So, they stick to the old world, where there is not enough land and too many Europeans squeezing 60 of themselves into buses. They make an easy target. Now, Americans, we're the bright ones, spreading out all over, making it hard to hit a bunch of us at once....just don't blow up a Walmart.

It's a terrible thing that happened, and though I try to keep it light with humor, (humour), it's no fun to have your country attacked, and I send out my hugs to Sue, Harry, Em, Vincent, Henrietta Stackpole, and all of my dear friends there. Keep your head up, love.

I bought a puppy.
She's four months old. She's an Australian Shepherd. She's way cool, but not quite potty trained.

Isn't she freakin' gorgeous?! I think her name is Ginger (Ginger Ale, Ginger Beer, Ginger Bear, Ginger Snap...Ginger something). She's been Honey Bear and Sugarfoot in the last two days, but I think I'm sticking with Ginger. She lost a tooth yesterday. I'm hoping that it was a baby tooth and that those sorts of things are supposed to happen. She's the first dog that I've been completely responsible for. I had dogs as a kid, but I didn't pay any attention to much about them except loving and fetching.

Ginger definitely has more toys than any of my dogs ever did. The pet store lady said every puppy needed 8 toys! It's possible that she was just trying to sell more pet toys, but I think she's right, and I'd rather my baby be preoccupied with rubber squeaky things than with wooden table legs. She's already destroyed her favorite plush toy and is working on her second.

She lost her tooth playing tug-of-war with me. There was blood, and I was slightly worried that I had been too rough with her, but she didn't seem to notice that she was one incisor short.

Yesterday was an Alexander day. Today is better. I couldn't hold on to any thoughts yesterday, and I was under a tremendous amount of stress, I even had an anxiety attack in the night, and that's weird, because, as a rule, things don't go wrong with me.

or maybe I'll name her CrackerJack

It'll be ok. It always is.

hey, just wondering: graduate school? I don't get it. splain it to me, please.