I get sad sometimes at the thought that Isaac won't remember forever how much he loved spaceships and how he could name practically every rocket that was ever launched into space. Even now I am surprised by both the things they remember and the things they forget.

I feel your pain Brenda. I didn't order magazines for 6 years because of my former mail carrier.

If at this point my mother told me I liked anything (other than the dreaded egg) I'd believe her. Since I just realised I used to like to drabble, and that just happened.

I got holes up in here.

Ate too many Trader Joe's black pepper potato chips today. Can you say "hypernatremia"? I *knew* you could!

I had a hilarious conversation with my mother and grandmother the other day about a fight we had over my high school graduation, about which I have absolutely no memory. Apparently I refused to wear the National Honor Society cowl? Classic.

My mom still offers me soda and Coca-Cola to drink when I visit. (As in "Are you sure you're not thirsty? I have--" with a list starting with the sodas.)

I have NEVER liked carbonated drinks. Even when, as a tiny child with an upset stomach, she'd try to make me drink sips of Coke with exactly the results that you'd think making someone already nauseous drink something that tastes really awful and IS FIZZY.

It's like she thinks, in the couple of months interval since she last offered me a soda, I'd have changed 50 years worth of preference (and oh yes, supertasting ability which is WHY Coke in particular tastes awful) and would actually want to drink it.

Casper is now at an age that I remember being really clearly - I remember lots about my 2nd grade year, the books I was reading, stuff I did. It's weird.

We had a Garmin nuvi GPS but it got stolen on Tuesday night (mr. flea accidentally left the car unlocked, and kept it in the glove box.) I am of mixed minds. I found using it very stressful at times ("recalculating", and I am really good with maps so found it disorienting often), but it was also useful for traveling places we've never been before. Not sure if we are going to replace it. We might try an iPod app instead, now that we have an iPod Touch.

My mail carrier will do almost anything to not bring a package to the house. I swear he has a mallet he uses to smash packages into mailbox, to the point that I had to replace one mailbox because he had so deformed it that it wouldn't stay closed. One day I'm going to go ass over teakettle bracing one foot against the mailbox post and pulling out packages.

I have a TomTom GPS, and I *love* it. I found a really good deal on a refurbished model at Amazon, which let me spend the extra $$ to get lifetime traffic & maps updates.

The killer feature for me (which Garmin may have as well, not sure) is the thing where it shows you what lanes you need to be in to make the next turn. For someone like me who doesn't drive very much, it's the only way I've ever been able to find the entrance to the Jackie Robinson or avoid accidentally winding up in the Battery Tunnel. (O HAI BROOKLYN HIGHWAYS U R CONFUZING AND BADLY SIGNED)

This just in: David Attenborough's Life is every bit as awe-inspiring as you would expect. We currently have duelling Vogelkop's bowerbirds, trying to impress the females with their artistic displays. The bird opting for a floral motif has beaten out his rival, who chose the bolder statement of a meticulously arranged pile of deer dung. (Alas, the striking dung skyline was compromised by the masses of fungi that subsequently sprouted from it.)

In conclusion, let me say that there is a fish that lives off the California coast called the sarcastic fringehead.