Butthead, where are you?  I don't have a current email address for you.  I know it's your birthday tomorrow because it's my nephew's, as well.  Have been wanting to say hello.

Meme via Pony.

go to google. Type in "[your name] likes to" and list the 1st 10 things that appear:  

Wendy likes to share her work because she believes that scientists should share ideas in order to inspire new ideas.

Wendy likes to do it in the kitchen.

Wendy likes to paint all subjects and enjoys the challenge of choosing a design each year for Brush Strokes that others will like.

And, long-lived tortoises, in many ways, were a symbol for the way that Wendy likes to do business--slowly and deliberately with a long-term perspective.

Wendy likes to find personal themes and combine them together in meaningful ways to her.

In her spare time, Wendy likes to volunteer with InterVarsity Christian Fellowship and hang out with her roommates.

For a ‘40s classic look, Wendy likes to use MAC Rage.

Wendy likes to set out young plants.

wendy likes to blog about:. wendy has not yet defined her blogs.

Wendy likes to know what's on your desk.

(Though some of them are so very likely, and some, um SO not, none of them are actually from pages by/about me.)

If a doctor tells you your new medication has an anticholinergic effect, and you don't really need it, just say no. Or ask for something similar without that effect.

I just stopped taking one (not one of the ones listed, and my doctor said it was OK) and I am so, so so much happier.

I flew 500 miles and back yesterday.  Sadly not to Boston, though I would not have had time to see anyone anyway, I had four appointments in various towns where I was.

Oof tired.  Flying takes a lot out of me in general.  Trying to drink a lot of water today, dehydration is part of the equation.

Someone I know through my job has DVT.  I don't think I fly enough for that, but then, he didn't think so either.

Crazedness, by the way, at least in my mind, has three syllables.

I do not think April could have been busier thus far.  I am hoping to get a little time to relax this weekend.  The weather is supposed to be great - maybe we will go take a nap in the park.  We have done this, near the restaurant - there are lots of people around, but no one bothers you.

Last night I talked to a friend I've known since 1990, but hadn't spoken to since sometime in 2000 (this is our best estimation).  We talked for an hour; you can't really describe seven years in an hour, but we did our best.  Current situations took up a lot of time - we both live in different cities from the one where we spent time together, we're both in relationships, we both have very different jobs, etc.  But she immediately knew my voice, and hers is a little different from what I remember, but the laugh is still exactly the same.  I have wondered about her a lot over the time we didn't speak.  We had a lot of intense experiences early on.  Please don't torture her for info about me.  Heh.  I'm sure she feels the same way.

By the way, I forgot to mention last night that I am sorely tempted to use our old joke, "Maybe I was (word deleted)," reasonably often.  Too bad everyone but you and Phil would be shocked and appalled.