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I meant to update in detail sooner but the baby and I have been getting over jet-lag. This has been the worst case for her so far.

Well, first off we stayed two weeks in Michigan with my husband's family. It was nicer than I expected but of course this time all the pressure was off of me since they were anxious to spend time with the baby. The only down was that it snowed the entire time.

The following week we went to NC to see my family. I felt kinda bad because we basically dropped the baby off and went down to Myrtle Beach for a couple of days. But I'm sure my mother didn't see it as anything bad since she got to spend so much time with her 'pumpkin pie'.

Myrtle Beach was okay...of course it had to rain both days we were there then the sun couldn't shine bright enough when we were leaving, lol. The first day we arrived rather late so we took a dip in the heated, indoor lazy river then hit the sack. The second day we did all the obligatory tourist things like visiting Ripley's Aquarium, the Hard Rock Cafe shaped like a pyramid, hit up some excellent seafood restaurants, and wandering around spending money, heh. Oh! I was driving and took a wrong exit so I turned down this dirt road to turn around and apparently this guy decided I cut in front of him. The dirt road had a T intersection and he was waiting on the right to turn left when I entered. So I end up pulling behind this guy after he has made his turn and he flips me off. I'm like, "huh?" so I honk my horn. Then I watch as if in slow motion as this guy's door opens and he steps out. Quick assessment: old, white guy about 5'10", drunk, fat, missing teeth, cussing me out for 'running the stop sign' I didn't have, apparently no weapon (hidden or otherwise but I don't know for sure). My finger is about to hit the 'lock doors' button, my other hand is on the gear shift, and my husband is yelling, "Reverse, reverse!" but I'm waiting. It was really weird. He begins coming closer to the car, still yelling with a drunken gait. My husband is still yelling to reverse and everything is still in slow mo for me. Dude finally decides that he's told us off and gets back in his car. The husband is fussing me out as we head back to the hotel and my adrenaline is pumping. With an odd feeling I realize I was prepared to run dude over if I got whiff of a weapon. Moral of the story: let people flip you off, living is better than death by road rage or imprisonment for vehicular manslaughter.

I did indeed get my hair done but my beautician after assuring me she would take care of the white hair couldn't get it. So I ended up getting light blonde where I wanted the white to be. The husband begged me not to cut off my hair so I'm waiting till he goes to Iraq.

I finally am catching up on comics. We bought so many back issues while in the States. I really love the art in the Phoneix: Endsong series...I'm liking the Astonishing X books and Storm in the Ult. X series makes me want to Chasing after Jean's sloppy seconds...wtf...and then getting told she essentially couldn't compare with Jean. Rogue got with Remy in a completely stupid and forced way after he tried to kill Wolverine and she somehow justified that. Jean/Scott, Remy/Rogue...what was the purpose of creating a new universe if you fall back on the original pairings over and over except for Storm who becomes a secondary character (at best). I love Storm too much to watch them mess her up in Ult. X. I haven't gotten past the issue where she begins following Wolverine...I'm not sure that I will go back to that series again. Its just too disappointing.

I've officially started my diet. I decided not to do Atkins, instead I am doing Winsor Pilates and trying to eat healthier. I think its something that hopefully will become apart of my regular routine.