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Where the Huff-a-Lowe Roam.

I'm on the couch of the Lowe and Huff's in humid, sticky Georgia. For those of you who do not know Al and Chris, they are two people who met right here on pamie.com, fell in love and moved to Georgia, got married, and then their lives went a little something like a country song, as they lost a lot of people they love and then everything that was left in a tragic fire.

But they've rebuilt. They've moved on. They've got their love and now they've got this perfect baby and there's this...

Don't Let Mom Down!

This can't be too long of a post, because I still have to pack and call a cab for the morning and other to-do list things before I leave for Atlanta at the crack of dawn (Happy birthday, Chris Huff!!), which means I don't get to write about the fact that I'm about to meet my French pen pal. That will have to be written on the plane.

Tonight I will tell you that I called my mom to tell her the amazing things you guys have been up to since our last phone call. Dewey Donation System saw its...

Why Moms are Worried: A Phone Call

MOM: Hello?

ME: Hi, Mommy!

MOM: Hello? Hello?

ME: Hi.

MOM: Oh! Hi, Pamie! Hello.

ME: You okay?

MOM: Yes. It's just...I couldn't hear you because I put you on the speakerphone.

ME: ... okay.

MOM: I hit the wrong button and then I heard your voice somewhere else and I thought, "That's not right."

ME: I don't understand.

MOM: What's up?

ME: Well... one week!

MOM: One week! I'm so excited!

ME: Me too. I was calling to see if you had any questions... and I have a favor to ask.

MOM: Well....

so much derby, not enough skating.

Okay, so maybe I'll just be writing every weekday. It was just about impossible to get to this thing over the weekend. Sorry about that. Even Dewey got a little quiet after that late-night dance party fun. We're almost at 100 donations, so please continue to spread the word. I think this book drive will only be for another week, and we're about to hit 300 books sent. We've emptied out three wishlists, which is fantastic, but they still could use some children's books and YA. Won't...

Don't Worry That It's Not Good Enough for Anyone Else to Hear.

It's still tonight, so technically I'm still doing my update for today.

And I will start it with the tail end of another fantastic email, one that might make you jealous with it's geniusness. (At least it did for me.) Behold, Brett N's contribution:

PS-- and the other folks saying this are right: there is absolutely a script waiting to be found in this Orient Express trip with your mom.

MOTHER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS

You guys. Mother on the Orient Express. I don't know how I could call it a...

J'ai m'appelle Dorktastique Incroyable

In yesterday's email:

Pamie,

Having recently visited Paris this past July, I can personally attest that any self-imposed requirement to learn French is unnecessary. I tried to learn a few phrases and found that all I needed was the basics: "hello", "please/thank you", and "do you speak English?". Beyond that, most Parisians I dealt with speak enough English to cope with you (especially the wait staff at any brasserie or cafe I went to) and they're still nice to you when they figure out you're...

mostly i'm just wigging out here.

Yesterday's entry brought some good email/comments from you guys.

I love that you're taking your mom on the Orient Express. I cannot wait to read all about it. Maybe you should write a book. In fact, I command you to! Besides, it would make a way better movie than Eat, Pray, Love and Meryl Streep can play your mom and Patricia Arquette can play you. Perfect. There, I've cast it. Now, you just have to write the book! Start now! Hee.

Hope you're well.

xo

Tamara

I get told just...

"Got my bags, got my reservations. Spent each dime I could afford."

In two weeks, I will be going on the world's most romantic trip.

... with my mother.

From the canals of Venice to the lights of the Eiffel Tower, I will be embarking on a breathtaking, incredible, once-in-a-lifetime journey that is supposed to end with either a marriage proposal or -- at the very least -- some voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir.

...But I will be with my mother.

(two weeks ago, on the phone)
Me: "Mom, at some point during this trip, you know you might have to put out a little."

goodreads giveaway

To help promote Dewey over at Goodreads I'm offering up three copies of Going in Circles. All you have to do is click (and click again), and you've entered! (And maybe spread the word about Dewey to help your Karma?)