See below. Recently purchased, however, would include: The Better Part of Valor by Tanya Huff, Memory of Fire by Holly Lisle, and

Black Beauty by Anna Sewell (Actually, Jewel finished BB as of last Saturday. I'm still working on the last four chapters. The next classic we're reading is Emma by Jane Austen.)

Zoegirl, Newsboys, Plus One, WOW 2002.

Not much, though I have come up with several ideas for a couple new series I might torture the E! gang with.

You know, I had something I was going to take a picture of or mention here earlier, but I forgot what it was now.

Well, at least nobody was hurt!

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May 29, 2002
Bad Thing Number 1: Lexie's Owie

This first portion of today's entry was actually a slightly edited version of the e-mail I sent to my friend Jewel right after the incident, around 4:30 this afternoon:

"So, how's your afternoon going? Mine's just (begin sarcasm) peachy (end sarcasm)! They say bad things come in threes, right? Well, I've just had Bad Thing Number One: some guy in a big-ass pick-up truck just backed into my mom's car (i.e., Lexie) in the parking lot. I'm fine, and he's fine, too, but Lexie's left rear passenger door is caved in. Luckily the window didn't break, but the whole thing will likely have to be replaced anyway. I don't know if something like that can just be fixed.

"I have had foul words sitting on my tongue since it happened which was about 3:30, when I was returning from a court run, but I've been a good girl and have refrained from using them. (That is a major accomplishment for me, and makes me think that all this praying and trying to become a Christian might just be paying off!)

"What really annoyed me, however, is that the guy not only says he didn't see me as he was backing up, but didn't hear me laying on my horn almost steady for the last 15 seconds or so when I realized I wouldn't be able to get out of his way, and he was about to hit me. Luckily, I was able to pull forward a bit, so it hit behind me, not right beside me. Sigh.

"The Queen (our Office Manager) said I could go home, but there's only an hour left, so what the heck, I'll stay. Turns out he was a pretty nice old-ish fart, but completely deaf, dumb, and clueless."

On to the photos: