New words for dictionary

Just in case you were dying to know, every year Meriam-Webster selects new words to add to its collegiate dictionary. Check out this year's new words here. This year, ginormous made the cut, Michelle. It seems that ginormous was also highest ranking of favorite words not in the dictionary in 2005, and what do you know, now it's real. How about that.

(By the way, I'm having a little trouble with my IE6. I got frustrated with IE7, so I deleted it, thinking I would just reinstall IE6 which seldom troubled me. But when I deleted IE7, I found this rogue version of IE6 popped up, and it's not listed so I can't uninstall it! It is a little confused, so if you view this post in IE, you get this lovely link at the bottom that says "Read more" but takes you nowhere. Trust me on this -- there is no more to read! I really need a personal computer assistant to look into this, and I know a good one, but the rates are ginormously high on this particular day, so it will have to wait. Sheesh!)

Update. . . OK, my IT Genius Extraordinaire has fixed the problem. Did I marry right or did I marry right?

Papa in SA

I guess you could say Papa got a little vacation this summer. He spent the weekend at the Hill Country Hyatt in SA.

07 07 07

Today is the seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh year of this millenium. I so regret not thinking about it at 7:07 am so I could revel in the moment of the seventh minute of the seventh hour of the seventh. . . But I shall still smile today every time I remember all the sevens lined up!

This car has a bra????

I did not know that cars had bras, but apparently they do. Did you know they even make a sports bra for the car? And Dad thought it was a Spiderman mask. . .

The Birthday

What a day it was! Here's the Birthday Girl gazing upon her cake for the first time. I'm guessing she thought she was being handed the whole thing, but in reality, it was just for the photo. (Cake lovingly made by Mama, and decorated by Papa.) Here is Carolyn tasting the cake, a little tentatively at first, but in the end, she attacked it with relish.

You know, I have to say, I do so love being the grandma! My instructions were clear: this was to be a special day for the child, and if it wasn't dangerous, she was to be allowed to enjoy. I was given a bowl of goldfish crackers to let her eat. She loved digging her hand into the bowl and pulling out as many as she could, never you mind how many dropped out of the chubby little hand. Many were consumed, many more covered the couch, the grandma, and the child. Needless to say, the dog was pleased.