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I'm grateful yet again for low-fat choc poptarts - only this time with non-fat no-sugar-added vanilla icecream..! Mmm, yum. It is possible to have your cake and eat it too..!

I'm grateful for phonecalls with mum, however brief; for long conversations with a wonderful friend; that I have a washer and drier in the apartment and can do my own laundry whenever I want and get to have clean sheets every Saturday night; for Schlotzky's Deli (and fantastic in-laws that treat us to lunch a lot!); for cuddles; for shiny star stickers decorating my monitor; for beautiful comicbook art (and tutorials!), and for great TV shows that entertain me on Saturday nights (and every other night, come to think of it...)

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Today I am grateful that the American Airlines check-in people let Nathan and me go through the security checkpoint with mum so I could see her off from the boarding area, and not just wave from the metal detector and leave her alone for two hours.

I'm going to miss her terribly. I wonder if my sister knows how lucky she is having our mum live so close to her?

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I'm grateful for reruns of "Buffy", my mum, wrestling around having a tickling fight with my husband, exercise, and the warmth and comfort of friends and acquaintances, both new and old.

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Today I am grateful for incense and the good friends that make incense! I am also grateful for wonderful comicbook art, great logs & friendly people on cool message boards.

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{ 21.9.01 }

I would like to say that I am grateful for low-fat chocolate frosted poptarts, fresh out of the toaster, eaten with a nice glass of cold milk. It's simple but there it is.

What are you grateful for?

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Clean-up crew to the Jewelbox... I've tidied up and added some notes around here, nothing terribly new but it explains a little site history. Not the back-in-the-day this-is-how-I-started history but past journals and access to archives and stuff. You know, just organising the sock drawer and darning the holey stockings.

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Hey..! I just realised that I've had a site for about four years now. First the crappy little goth thing hosted at my original ISP, then zinging from Geocities to Xoom to freespeech.org, then finally given a nice proper home by Tracy... I know I don't have a lot to show for it, but hey, I'm proud-ish.

And I STILL don't have a proper domain yet..! (Have registered two over the years, let one lapse, and I'm planning on another one or two but who knows when that might happen.)

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{ 18.9.01 }

Well, okay, the trip to Graceland didn't take as long as we expected - since we came back tonight and not Wednesday. I'll have photos up in the picture album soon - I took over 200 digital snaps. A lot of them are blurry/sucky 'cause you can't use a flash inside the mansion or the trophy house or the raquetball court (which is no longer a raquetball court but seems to be an extension of the trophy house - the walls are literally covered from floor to ceiling with gold record plaques from around the world. And in a raquetball court, the walls are really, really high).

I think my mother is much pleased with her visit to a place of pop culture significance. Except for how the giftstore ripped her off. There's about five gift shops in the Graceland plaza part (one leading out of each museum/exhibit). She went a little crazy, as a tourist is wont to do!

Did you know that there's now a Heartbreak Hotel? For real? It's there.

Graceland mansion is small by mansion standards, but it was the late '50s. I really liked it, kitchsy interior decorating and all. The Jungle Room was psychadelic.

I bought a bunch of Elvis postcards - about fifteen recipe postcards (each say "From Elvis' Kitchen" and list a recipe that his cook would make him - stuff like baked ham made with Coke, a macaroni salad, peanut-butter-and-banana sandwiches, meatloaf, biscuits, etc) and two to send to 2 lovely friends back in Oz. We also got an official Graceland tour book. It's pretty interesting and of course, makes my pictures look like shite. But I like my pictures anyway. In photography, a steady hand is overrated.

You know how sometimes you start talking and you just can't stop? I'm doing that right now. Starts with our trip to Graceland, next thing I know I'm ready for therapy and you're all my counsellors. I'll stop before it gets ugly! Mwah. Nighty night.

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Not much posting around here to to the log over the next three days... we're taking off for Graceland. Yep, a good old-fashioned roadtrip to Elvis Country. Wahoo!

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{ 10.9.01 }

A recap of the latest log entry: HEY, I'M GETTING MARRIED TOMORROW..!!

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{ 3.9.01 }

Excuse me, I'm just going to be in that big pit of self-loathing over there for the next week or so. Carry on.

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