I'm canceling this LJ and starting over as Talulla. Why. Because most of my internet identity is known as Talulla and because it's time I got rid of the identity I've had since High school.

Isadora and I will be flying to Indianapolis April 1-5 YAY

Well, I'm still alive. Between Facebook, Twitter, the baby, the husband, and Life in general, I forget to come to this site and post.
I still check in to see how everyone is, but the best way to find out the unexcitement is to catch me on Facebook or Twitter. My twitter account is
www.twitter.com/talulla
The baby is doing great, though really she's hardly a baby. Def. a toddler. Running around the house "talking" like crazy. She's saying about 4 words in English now. The rest is babble or she just signs what she needs. She is turning into Daddy's girl more and more each day.
Evan is doing pretty good. His job is alright. It's work, but we're happy he has a job. His irritable bowel thing bothers him on occasion, but nothing terrifying.
Isadora and I are going to Indianapolis in April! I can't wait to see my family and hopefully a few friends.
Well that's about it for now
Love you long time

Here's to the next four years.
Here's to "Change We Can Believe In" being more than a campaign slogan.
Here's to people that waited in line for over two hours to vote.
Here's to John McCain and a gracious concession speech
Here's to Barack Obama giving a nod to John McCain in his victory speech
Here's to Obama's supporters cheering McCain during the victory speech
Here's to the secret service protecting the President Elect from those filled with hate.
Here's to our future.

For some reason my voter registration card never got to me. I guess there was something I had to send back. Now the only place I can vote is up in McKinney. Which is about a 30 minute drive. Oh well. Road trip for me and the Peanut.

Unnecessary  scarves. Pretty, narrow scarves are great. Silk, cashmere, whatever. Ones that add a little flair to your outfit. Groovy
Giant, a yard wide, long enough to be a sari, just silly. Especially when you're wearing a sleeveless shirt.
And guys, SERIOUSLY? Why? I don't have too many complaints about guys wearing a some kind of jacket and it's a narrow scarf, or if it's actually cold enough to need one.
Why this peeve, Rebecca, you ask? Isadora and I were people watching in the mall today and a couple pass. Both are wearing scarves. The woman in a sleeveless shirt and this HUGE scarf that dangled to her knees, the guy, A t-shirt and a a scarf.
IT'S TEXAS! The low was 60. No where near cold enough to even consider looking at a scarf
MUH

Here's a link to an article that annoys the hell out of me.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/27008935/?GT1=43001

I'm so sick of Separation of Church and State. Everyone is sooo worried the non-religious people are going to be offended. You know what? Who fucking cares? What about my rights as a Christian? What about the Bhuddist kid? Maybe not allowing my to say a prayer before a test offends me. If a teacher wants to talk about Hinduism, I don't care. I don't care if my kid hears it. Here's a thought, teach your children, talk to them. Have an open ended conversation about your beliefs. Let your children know it's ok to believe what you want and that just because there's a Muslim club at school, it doesn't mean you have to join it.
The parents with there panties in a wad about yoga need to shut up. IT'S YOGA. Stretching and breathing. Trust your children enough that they will know. If you have a problem with it, tell your child not to participate. Or let your child learn on his own and make his own decision. A lot of these classes are in high schools. By then, you're old enough to know if your rights are being violated. If I had a teacher trying to shove his beliefs on me, I would have known better in high school.
ANYHOO

Which sci-fi crew would you best fit in with? (pics) created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Heart of Gold (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) You are a light and humorous person. No one can help but to smile to your wit. Now if only the improbability drive would stop turning you into weird stuff. Heart of Gold (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy) 100% Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica) 94% Deep Space Nine (Star Trek) 88% Babylon 5 (Babylon 5) 81% Moya (Farscape) 81% Serenity (Firefly) 75% Millennium Falcon (Star Wars) 75% SG-1 (Stargate) 69% Bebop (Cowboy Bebop) 63% Enterprise D (Star Trek) 50% Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda) 50% FBI's X-Files Division (The X-Files) 44% Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix) 25%

I'm bored. The kind of bored where I know I could find something to do, but don't want to.
Well the baby just woke up with the most adorable grin on her face. Looks like I have some entertainment. YAY

I went to the grocery today, because although we're moving, we do need to eat. We had no food.
But anyhoo, that's not the point.
Whilst looking at the bananas, one of the produce workers commented on Isadora's pretty eyes and said she was a cutie. This got Izzie doing her adorable gummy grin/pretend I'm shy flirty thing. The gentlemen said "you have mommy's eyes and I bet you have lots of Daddy things too."
At the mention of Daddy, Izzie starts looking around frantically, then the bottom lip started quivering, then the sad little Peanut cry. I picked her up to console her. The gentleman apologized for upsetting her. Then we chatted for a moment more and the D word was said again. She looked around everywhere for Evan, then started crying again.
No, she's not Daddy's girl.