This Christmas, my husband and I discovered several things:
1. Our youngest dog, Bubbles, does not like my father and barks at him whenever he walks/stands/sits/breathes, when he speaks or if she looks his direction.
2. The Marines taught my middle brother about Honor, Courage and Commitment, but apparently not about keeping your room clean and offering to help out with dishes when you stay at your sister's place for a month, or how to stay away from toxic ex-girlfriends.
3. We miss our friends and family in California.
4. Giving truly is the best part of Christmas.
Don't get me wrong, I love the gifts I got for Christmas. I asked my husband for socks and he delivered! He also bought me a great purse by Baggallini and a hat, scarf and glove set that will look good with my burgundy wool coat. But I really surprised him with a gift that he really wanted. That is the best feeling!
There were a few dark spots on the holiday.
We went to my Grandmother's on Christmas Day and gave her presents. She did not remember that it was Christmas and kept asking how long my husband and I would be in town. (We moved back here in February, but she thinks we still live in California.) We left rather abruptly because I was no longer going to be able to keep the sobs from coming. She later called my mother and said that she was pleasantly surprised by the gifts that suddenly appeared in her apartment when she returned from dinner with my uncle.
I won't go into details, but my youngest brother is mad at my parents for making him be responsible, so he decided not to tell them he and his wife are having a baby. But he put it up on Myspace, and made my younger sister one of his friends...He heads to Iraq in February with the Marines. Maybe he'll get a clue.
My best friend discovered she has cancer. She starts chemo next week. She has a good prognosis and is very upbeat. She has a good network of support around her too. She told me last night that she's at peace about the whole thing. I told her maybe she will be a true blonde when her hair grows back! Thank God her sense of humor is still intact!
But now, it's a new year, and I have resolutions to keep:
1. Eat healthy.
2. Clean all the junk out of our apartment
3. Finish our Scrapbook.
That's enough to be getting on with. We'll see at the end of the year how I did!
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Jello
Julie and her sister Glory met in the entrance to their Grandmother's Assisted Living Facility promptly at 1pm on Saturday. It was time for their weekly visit with their favorite maternal grandmother.
Julie noticed that Glory had gotten a new purse since last week. She loved her little sister's sense of style, and wondered if she could find the same purse at Target. (She inherited her grandma's aversion to paying more than $20 for a purse.)
The elevator to the 6th floor felt as rickety and worn down as some of the residents who passed quietly through the halls, clutching walkers and canes and talking quietly to themselves. The sisters shared worried looks. The elevator managed to glide smoothly to a stop on her floor.
"Right on time" exclaimed Benita Torkelson, grandma's next door neighbor, as she stepped out into the hall. She had her cloth shopping bags in hand, and was struggling to find her keys in her gigantic purse. She was a shrewd, spry little woman, and Glory and Julie towered over her. She moved in to her apartment the same day as Grandma, and the two had become fast friends. "Jane just got back from the mall!"
Glory took Benita's purse and quickly located her keys for her and locked her door. She smiled warmly at the small woman, who chuckled softly and snatched her purse back. "Benny, how do you ever find anything in that old carpet bag of yours?"
Benny winked at her and started down the hall. "Magic, my girl. Have a good visit!"
Julie knocked on Grandma's door. She heard a voice, and the sound of a cane and heavy footsteps nearing the door. "Who is it?" a voice queried from behind the lock.
Julie and Glory answered "It's Julie and Glory. Let us in" in unison.
Slowly, they heard the sound of several bolts, chains and locks being opened, and the door cracked open.
Grandma peeked out, and having satisfied herself that her visitors were, in fact, her granddaughters, swung the door wide and welcomed them into her suite.
"I didn't know you were visiting. How long are you going to be in town?," Grandma asked Julie.
Julie and Glory smiled at each other quickly.
"We moved, Grandma. Ben and I live here now."
Grandma was delighted.
She was tall and plump. She only wore polyester pants with creases permanently woven into the fabric, and sweatshirts emblazoned with flowers. She wore Keds, or the knockoffs you could get at the drugstore for under $5, and knee-high nylon socks. Today's ensemble was in varying shades of pink, one of her favorite colors.
She was setting out a new pattern on a piece of fabric on her bed. It was a dress for toddler girls, which she was laying out on a piece of blue gingham. Julie noticed a pile of similar dresses in varying sizes sitting in the corner. She donated them to a missions organization every month. Judging from the size of the stack, it had been a few weeks.
Following their normal routine, Glory commented on the fabrics. "That's going to be darling, Grandma."
Julie grabbed Grandma's pink sweater from her closet.
"I picked it up at the fabric store yesterday. Can you believe how much fabric is these days? Harold would roll over in his grave if he knew I spent more than $3 on a yard of fabric!"
They visited for a few minutes, then convinced grandma that it was time to go to the mall.
Julie's tummy was growling by the time they made it to the parking lot. They decided to start at the Food Court and shop afterwards.
The girls were in the mood for Chinese, and Panda Express was the closest thing to it at the Food Court. (Julie's husband was actually Chinese, and regarded Panda Express with utmost disdain.) They threaded their way through the crowd and placed their orders. Grandma tasted everything in the trays before settling on what she always got...the Orange Chicken. Today, however, she got the egg rolls.
They picked a table and sat down in the quasi-comfortable chairs. They chatted about the weather reminded Grandma that it was Easter, not Christmas coming next month, and Glory attempted to eat with chopsticks, which was highly entertaining to Julie.
Suddenly, Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
The girls exchanged panicked looks.
Before they could react, she dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
Glory caught Julie's eye and quickly turned away.
"That's the dipping sauce for your egg rolls," Julie explained in an oddly strangled voice. "It's not Jello."
"Oh. That was awful. I don't think I'll be putting it on my egg rolls, either."
"You don't have to, Grandma." Glory winked at Julie and they resumed eating.
Grandma asked Julie again how long she was planning to stay in town, and how soon she had to be back. Julie explained again that she had moved and would not be going back to California. With each repeated question, Julie and Glory would smile and patiently answer her.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello," Glory explained. She put the lid back on the sauce for her, and told her, again, that it was for the egg rolls. Grandma eyed the little container doubtfully and exclaimed she would not be putting that anywhere near her food.
Conversation resumed, and Glory explained that the girls parents had moved to the other side of the State, and she was in college now. Grandma reminisced, again, about both of her granddaughters as babies, toddlers and school girls. The girls smiled through the stories they had heard so many times.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello."
The three women finished their meal and Glory offered to bus the table. Grandma got out a napkin and wrapped up the last egg roll and put it in her purse. Glory noticed a dinner roll from Dennys peeking out of another napkin, and several containers of jam stuffed into the purse already. Grandma grabbed the Sweet and Sour sauce before either of them could grab the tray and popped it into her purse too.
"I love Jello!"
The girls walked their grandmother around the mall and did some shopping. Soon, it was time to get her back to her apartment for dinner. The facility where she lived served dinner from 4 to 6pm, and Grandma didn't like being late.
The girls rode the rickety elevator back to Grandma's apartment, answering questions about how long they planned to be in town, and where their parents lived now.
Grandma came out of the elevator and dug through her purse for her keys. Benny opened her door and stepped out into the hall.
"Going to dinner, Jane?"
"Yes, Bennie. I'll be out in a minute. I have to put my purchases away. You wouldn't believe what they charge for fabric these days."
Grandma pulled the napkin-wrapped food out of her purse and handed it to Glory. The container of sweet and sour sauce was still intact, and she handed that to Julie as she finally located her keys and opened her door. She took the food from Glory and grabbed her bags. They shuffled into her entryway and dropped the bags. Grandma headed to her refrigerator.
Benny eyed the container in Julie's hand suspiciously. "Don't forget your Jello!"
Julie noticed that Glory had gotten a new purse since last week. She loved her little sister's sense of style, and wondered if she could find the same purse at Target. (She inherited her grandma's aversion to paying more than $20 for a purse.)
The elevator to the 6th floor felt as rickety and worn down as some of the residents who passed quietly through the halls, clutching walkers and canes and talking quietly to themselves. The sisters shared worried looks. The elevator managed to glide smoothly to a stop on her floor.
"Right on time" exclaimed Benita Torkelson, grandma's next door neighbor, as she stepped out into the hall. She had her cloth shopping bags in hand, and was struggling to find her keys in her gigantic purse. She was a shrewd, spry little woman, and Glory and Julie towered over her. She moved in to her apartment the same day as Grandma, and the two had become fast friends. "Jane just got back from the mall!"
Glory took Benita's purse and quickly located her keys for her and locked her door. She smiled warmly at the small woman, who chuckled softly and snatched her purse back. "Benny, how do you ever find anything in that old carpet bag of yours?"
Benny winked at her and started down the hall. "Magic, my girl. Have a good visit!"
Julie knocked on Grandma's door. She heard a voice, and the sound of a cane and heavy footsteps nearing the door. "Who is it?" a voice queried from behind the lock.
Julie and Glory answered "It's Julie and Glory. Let us in" in unison.
Slowly, they heard the sound of several bolts, chains and locks being opened, and the door cracked open.
Grandma peeked out, and having satisfied herself that her visitors were, in fact, her granddaughters, swung the door wide and welcomed them into her suite.
"I didn't know you were visiting. How long are you going to be in town?," Grandma asked Julie.
Julie and Glory smiled at each other quickly.
"We moved, Grandma. Ben and I live here now."
Grandma was delighted.
She was tall and plump. She only wore polyester pants with creases permanently woven into the fabric, and sweatshirts emblazoned with flowers. She wore Keds, or the knockoffs you could get at the drugstore for under $5, and knee-high nylon socks. Today's ensemble was in varying shades of pink, one of her favorite colors.
She was setting out a new pattern on a piece of fabric on her bed. It was a dress for toddler girls, which she was laying out on a piece of blue gingham. Julie noticed a pile of similar dresses in varying sizes sitting in the corner. She donated them to a missions organization every month. Judging from the size of the stack, it had been a few weeks.
Following their normal routine, Glory commented on the fabrics. "That's going to be darling, Grandma."
Julie grabbed Grandma's pink sweater from her closet.
"I picked it up at the fabric store yesterday. Can you believe how much fabric is these days? Harold would roll over in his grave if he knew I spent more than $3 on a yard of fabric!"
They visited for a few minutes, then convinced grandma that it was time to go to the mall.
Julie's tummy was growling by the time they made it to the parking lot. They decided to start at the Food Court and shop afterwards.
The girls were in the mood for Chinese, and Panda Express was the closest thing to it at the Food Court. (Julie's husband was actually Chinese, and regarded Panda Express with utmost disdain.) They threaded their way through the crowd and placed their orders. Grandma tasted everything in the trays before settling on what she always got...the Orange Chicken. Today, however, she got the egg rolls.
They picked a table and sat down in the quasi-comfortable chairs. They chatted about the weather reminded Grandma that it was Easter, not Christmas coming next month, and Glory attempted to eat with chopsticks, which was highly entertaining to Julie.
Suddenly, Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
The girls exchanged panicked looks.
Before they could react, she dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
Glory caught Julie's eye and quickly turned away.
"That's the dipping sauce for your egg rolls," Julie explained in an oddly strangled voice. "It's not Jello."
"Oh. That was awful. I don't think I'll be putting it on my egg rolls, either."
"You don't have to, Grandma." Glory winked at Julie and they resumed eating.
Grandma asked Julie again how long she was planning to stay in town, and how soon she had to be back. Julie explained again that she had moved and would not be going back to California. With each repeated question, Julie and Glory would smile and patiently answer her.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello," Glory explained. She put the lid back on the sauce for her, and told her, again, that it was for the egg rolls. Grandma eyed the little container doubtfully and exclaimed she would not be putting that anywhere near her food.
Conversation resumed, and Glory explained that the girls parents had moved to the other side of the State, and she was in college now. Grandma reminisced, again, about both of her granddaughters as babies, toddlers and school girls. The girls smiled through the stories they had heard so many times.
Grandma opened the container of Sweet and Sour Sauce provided for her egg rolls. "Is this Jello?"
She dipped her fork into the red sauce and put a little on her tongue. Her face scrunched into an expression of complete sourness.
"Ew. That's the worst Jello I've ever tasted!"
"It's not Jello."
The three women finished their meal and Glory offered to bus the table. Grandma got out a napkin and wrapped up the last egg roll and put it in her purse. Glory noticed a dinner roll from Dennys peeking out of another napkin, and several containers of jam stuffed into the purse already. Grandma grabbed the Sweet and Sour sauce before either of them could grab the tray and popped it into her purse too.
"I love Jello!"
The girls walked their grandmother around the mall and did some shopping. Soon, it was time to get her back to her apartment for dinner. The facility where she lived served dinner from 4 to 6pm, and Grandma didn't like being late.
The girls rode the rickety elevator back to Grandma's apartment, answering questions about how long they planned to be in town, and where their parents lived now.
Grandma came out of the elevator and dug through her purse for her keys. Benny opened her door and stepped out into the hall.
"Going to dinner, Jane?"
"Yes, Bennie. I'll be out in a minute. I have to put my purchases away. You wouldn't believe what they charge for fabric these days."
Grandma pulled the napkin-wrapped food out of her purse and handed it to Glory. The container of sweet and sour sauce was still intact, and she handed that to Julie as she finally located her keys and opened her door. She took the food from Glory and grabbed her bags. They shuffled into her entryway and dropped the bags. Grandma headed to her refrigerator.
Benny eyed the container in Julie's hand suspiciously. "Don't forget your Jello!"
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
You can't expect a Drama Major NOT to dress up on Halloween!
I'm working at a company that "Business Casual," especially when we have visitors. Most of the time, I'm in jeans, Scott is in shorts, and Melissa wears PJ's since she's working from home for now...
So we had visitors today.
This is what happens when I don't get the memo:
Oh well...
So we had visitors today.
This is what happens when I don't get the memo:
Oh well...
Friday, October 19, 2007
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Secure in the knowledge of my own geeky-ness, I walked to my car, head held high. Perched atop my head was a pointed black hat, which was threatening to fly off in the breeze.
My shoes were making a terrible racket on the concrete that forms the interior walkway of our apartments, and my husband was asking me questions in a vain attempt to cover the noise.
Two of our neighbors saw us in the parking lot, and we nodded as we walked past.
I could feel their smirks burning into the back of my head.
I reached the relative safety of the car, and hopped into the drivers seat.
Keeping busy is the key to avoiding embarrassment.
The looks followed us as we drove to the bookstore, although the closer we got, the looks became more appreciative.
My sister met us at the doors, and I handed her a plastic wand and her own hat.
She would be a third-year now. A Ravenclaw, most likely.
She took us to the food court and found the table that her friend’s mother was using as a home base. One of our group stayed at the table to watch the paraphernalia as it accumulated while the others were out accumulating.
My sister and I headed off to find the guy that was selling “Butterbeer.” It is something she always wanted to try, so we bought some. It turned out to be butterscotch syrup in Ginger Ale. It was so sweet, we could hardly finish it.
We found the area where a person that was trying to pass himself off as one of the Weasley’s was asking trivia questions. If you got the question right, you won a tiny bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. We quickly determined the flavors were limited to “Grass,” “Dirt,” and “Sardines” and decided to skip the prize.
We had three hours until the book was released, and we were trying to figure out what to do, when the costume contest started.
The girl dressed like Dobby won the kids contest, despite my sister’s costume: “Hogwarts Student of Undetermined Age and House.”
A woman dressed like Trelawney won the adults contest. I didn’t enter partly because I didn’t want to, but also because I didn’t see where the sign up was until it was already underway.
After the contest, a group from the Medeival Village outside of town came and re-enacted some kind of battle using swords and long metal finger extensions. Unfortunately, only the people in the front row could hear any of them, and the rest of us quickly lost interest. We explored other areas of the bookstore.
One of the private rooms near the food court was occupied by a palm reader. My sister and I were both told that we have very long heart and life lines. However, our head lines do not connect to our life lines. The palm reader said this means we are tempermental. Given that we had known the woman socially for ten or more years, I’m almost positive she made that up.
For the last hour, a magician took the stage. He had the good sense to use a microphone so we could all hear him, and he proceeded to dazzle the audience with several illusions. Toward the end, he held up a book - the very book we were waiting for! He cautioned not to skip to the end and demonstrated the dire consequences if his advice went unheeded – snakes on springs jumped out when he opened the back cover. He admonished not to think you got away clean if you survive the snakes. He re-opened the back of the book and a small fireball erupted!
He then led a countdown to the release, and as we stood in line, we all counted down to midnight. “3….2….1….” My husband and I shouted “Happy New Year” trying to be funny, while cheers and shouts erupted throughout the store.
Finally, the wait was over, and the line went very quickly. Soon, we were left with the dilemma of reading it as soon as we got home, or in the morning.
My sister stayed overnight with her friends, who attempted to read the book, but ended up falling asleep.
I decided the best course of action was to get some sleep and have fresh eyes for the book in the morning.
Saturday morning, I got my husband off to work, finished a few chores, and settled down to read. I cried several times, laughed several times. I took a short break to make dinner before my husband came home. Then I laughed and cried some more. When the book was done, I immediately wanted to start it again.
Instead I went to bed and had dreams strong-willed girls, half-giants, redeemed villains, and the boy who lived.
My shoes were making a terrible racket on the concrete that forms the interior walkway of our apartments, and my husband was asking me questions in a vain attempt to cover the noise.
Two of our neighbors saw us in the parking lot, and we nodded as we walked past.
I could feel their smirks burning into the back of my head.
I reached the relative safety of the car, and hopped into the drivers seat.
Keeping busy is the key to avoiding embarrassment.
The looks followed us as we drove to the bookstore, although the closer we got, the looks became more appreciative.
My sister met us at the doors, and I handed her a plastic wand and her own hat.
She would be a third-year now. A Ravenclaw, most likely.
She took us to the food court and found the table that her friend’s mother was using as a home base. One of our group stayed at the table to watch the paraphernalia as it accumulated while the others were out accumulating.
My sister and I headed off to find the guy that was selling “Butterbeer.” It is something she always wanted to try, so we bought some. It turned out to be butterscotch syrup in Ginger Ale. It was so sweet, we could hardly finish it.
We found the area where a person that was trying to pass himself off as one of the Weasley’s was asking trivia questions. If you got the question right, you won a tiny bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. We quickly determined the flavors were limited to “Grass,” “Dirt,” and “Sardines” and decided to skip the prize.
We had three hours until the book was released, and we were trying to figure out what to do, when the costume contest started.
The girl dressed like Dobby won the kids contest, despite my sister’s costume: “Hogwarts Student of Undetermined Age and House.”
A woman dressed like Trelawney won the adults contest. I didn’t enter partly because I didn’t want to, but also because I didn’t see where the sign up was until it was already underway.
After the contest, a group from the Medeival Village outside of town came and re-enacted some kind of battle using swords and long metal finger extensions. Unfortunately, only the people in the front row could hear any of them, and the rest of us quickly lost interest. We explored other areas of the bookstore.
One of the private rooms near the food court was occupied by a palm reader. My sister and I were both told that we have very long heart and life lines. However, our head lines do not connect to our life lines. The palm reader said this means we are tempermental. Given that we had known the woman socially for ten or more years, I’m almost positive she made that up.
For the last hour, a magician took the stage. He had the good sense to use a microphone so we could all hear him, and he proceeded to dazzle the audience with several illusions. Toward the end, he held up a book - the very book we were waiting for! He cautioned not to skip to the end and demonstrated the dire consequences if his advice went unheeded – snakes on springs jumped out when he opened the back cover. He admonished not to think you got away clean if you survive the snakes. He re-opened the back of the book and a small fireball erupted!
He then led a countdown to the release, and as we stood in line, we all counted down to midnight. “3….2….1….” My husband and I shouted “Happy New Year” trying to be funny, while cheers and shouts erupted throughout the store.
Finally, the wait was over, and the line went very quickly. Soon, we were left with the dilemma of reading it as soon as we got home, or in the morning.
My sister stayed overnight with her friends, who attempted to read the book, but ended up falling asleep.
I decided the best course of action was to get some sleep and have fresh eyes for the book in the morning.
Saturday morning, I got my husband off to work, finished a few chores, and settled down to read. I cried several times, laughed several times. I took a short break to make dinner before my husband came home. Then I laughed and cried some more. When the book was done, I immediately wanted to start it again.
Instead I went to bed and had dreams strong-willed girls, half-giants, redeemed villains, and the boy who lived.
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Blackadder
I recently had dinner with a few friends, and we talked about the brilliance of Rowan Atkinson.
One of my favorite episodes of Blackadder, was the movie called Blackadder: Back and Forth, where he invents an time machine.
He makes fun of the French in this clip, and I laugh every time I see it.
More blogging to come, I promise. I've been doing some reading and writing. I'll start blogging again in a few days.
One of my favorite episodes of Blackadder, was the movie called Blackadder: Back and Forth, where he invents an time machine.
He makes fun of the French in this clip, and I laugh every time I see it.
More blogging to come, I promise. I've been doing some reading and writing. I'll start blogging again in a few days.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Harry Potter, Dave Barry and Teaching a 7th Grader about Kingdom Hearts
As many of you know (or have gathered from the short story below), I am a fan of Harry Potter. The cover art for the new book was revealed today.
I'm not sure how I feel about it. On the one hand, it's kinda obvious...There was always going to be a showdown between Voldemort and Harry...
Two questions immediately came to mind, however; "What is he reaching for?" and "Where is his wand?"
In the meantime, I am waiting for Lady Lupin or Brandon Ford to comment on their editorials at Mugglenet. Lady Lupin writes the Spinner's End; and Brandon writes The Underground Lake.
I am also a huge Peter Pan fan, and have always wanted to do a Peter Pan themed baby's room. We plan to skew it to Tinkerbell if we have a girl, and Peter Pan if we have a boy. But it's impossible to find Disney baby stuff that's not Winnie the Pooh. (I love Tigger and Pooh as much as the next girl my age, but come on!) Well, with the release of the Peter Pan movie on DVD, Disney has started selling baby play yards with a map of Neverland painted on the bottom of it! Could a Neverland themed crib set be far behind? This blogger hopes not!
Anyway, I was roaming through the Children's Books section of Barnes and Noble and discovered that Dave Barry has co-authored two stories about how Peter met Captain Hook; Peter and the Starcatchers and Peter and the Shadow Theives. I bought and finished both of them in short order, and tried to discover if there were more on the way. I found the Escape from the Carnivale, which was a fun little read.
In the meantime, I've given up Scott Adams blog for Dave Barry's (mostly due to the Peter Pan books) and have thoroughly enjoyed the posts in the blog, and the comments his other fans make keep me in stitches. His blog mostly consists of news articles of wierd news from around the world. (Is it wrong that this is my only source of news?)
I, only today, discovered that Dave's taking time away from his column to write the next in the Peter Pan series! I feel that Harry Potter-esqe obsession creeping up on me. It's giving me something to look forward to in the fall, besides the release of the next HP movie on DVD...
Speaking of Disney, my little sister is staying with me and my husband while she finishes her 7th grade year. (My parents moved to the other side of the state the week after we moved up from Cali. Thanks guys!) I logged 70 (yes you read it right) hours on Kingdom Hearts a few years ago (before I started dating my husband...or anyone else for that matter), and my little sister wanted to know what it was like. We started it two weeks ago, and are going through it together. We take turns fighting the bad guys, and we switch when we die, or when the dog jumps on the person holding the controller. We're stuck fighting Ursula at the moment, but a few more try's should do it. (She's harder to beat than the guy at the end of the game. Then again, I didn't fight him until I leveled up to 99 and had the Ultima Weapons for all of the characters...)
My husband shakes his head, but I told him that I only have a few more weeks with her, and the rest of my life with him! And it's not like we're going to rush right into KH2 when we're done. Or are we?
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