good day :)

I just put my swimsuit on for the first time in 17 or 20 pounds.

Wow.

I mean, there’s still room for improvement, but *wow*. O.O

And in other news, I clearly have got to get up the nerve to call Barak Humphrey, as I got email last night from a random classmate who had seen Barak’s name, looked for him on the net, and found a hit, “along with a blogger with a familiar face.”

This person went on to say:

Small world we live in. A real live author! Congratulations on being the closest thing to famous from our old neighborhood. I was sure Peter would be the first. But I find no mention of him on the Web.

I am married with two kids, working in Anchorage as a pilot. I, too, have rejection letters from publishing syndicates. I am a cartoonist. I thought I had it made when I landed a gig with Northern Pilot Magazine, but after a year, the magazine was sold off and cannibalized.

Who am I?

I got it in one. *smug* Now, granted, while the “old neighborhood” covered the entire North Kenai area, and the old crowd encompassed a lot of people, to my mind it pretty much had to be one of five people, and out of those five, one’s dead, I know where two are (and one of those is the afore-mentioned Peter), and the fourth wasn’t an artist. That sort of left one, and he was the only one who lived close enough to Barak, who was (is) a few years older than us, for him to have impinged on his consciousness.

Still. Smug. :)

Cheerful me. :)