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I'm Siobhan Curran/Kisa Naumova, and this is my weblog. I tend to write about stuff like crossdressing, Macs, code, cats, wine and Second Life, but in general it's just an ongoing conversation about all sorts of stuff. If you'd like to know a little bit more about what this all is, I recommend starting on this page which has a little bit of info on who I am, and what I'm trying to do — or you could dive into my five years worth of archives if you like.

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OK, Let's Go

A Christmas Snapshot: Biscuit is curled up on the sofa, slightly suspicious of all the attention I've been giving her this morning. Thau is fast asleep in a window on my desktop. There are neat piles of clothes, technology, and presents ready to be crammed into a suitcase. I am pacing around the flat, stuffing dry Frosties in my gob, waiting for my sister to arrive.

There's an improvisational nature to Christmas in the Curran household this year. My brother, his wife, and their new-born flew back to the UK a few days ago, to spend the holiday with her parents in Manchester. Mine are flying over tomorrow to join them¹, and then the day after we're all heading to a little church for my nephew's Christening.

"We're wanting two Godfathers", my brother had told me a few weeks ago. "Will you be one of them?"

"Surely Godfathers come in trilogies?"

(Hahaha. I kill myself sometimes)

Because of this whole post-family congregation in Manchester (rather than Belfast), I'm spending today² with my brother's in-laws. Which feels a bit weird really — I mean, it's very nice of them and all that (And I'm sure, actually, it will be more fun than the annual 'tolerance' that goes on back at my folks), it just feels a little bit like everyone was all "Um, shit. We forgot Graham. Best invite him along"

I know, I know, Little Miss Ungrateful here :unsure:

I'm sure it will be fun. I just can't help but long for the next three days to be out of the way, and for the moment when I step off the Air France plane, and through the arrivals gate at Chicago.

:smile:

Anyway, the point of all this is that since I'm going to be staying with my sister (who's just moved from Edinburgh to Manchester, and doubtless hasn't got the internets yet), I'm going to be offline.

Which is OK, I mean, I can still bombard Twitter and Flickr with my usual meaningless detritus (and I would anticipate many wine-bottle shots, to be honest) — it's just that I'm not going to be able to talk to the most beautiful woman in the world, or watch her sleep, until I see her for real on Friday.

(Which I am rather excited about — can you tell?)

Thank you once again for all the support and smiles about our news, and have a wonderful Christmas, wherever you are :smile:

¹ We're also all going to visit my Gran, who will get to meet her Great-Grandson for the first time. We're doing it in stages, because if we all turned up at once, I think she'd throw a tissy.

² And tomorrow as well.