There's an old refrigerator sitting in the driveway of a house on the way to K's school. You know the kind... beige with faux wood handles, freezer on top with the fridge on the bottom? There it sits... it's been there for months, duct taped shut. I'm sure it's as effective as it gets in … Continue reading morbid
Category: babble
itchy scritchy bitchy me
One of the words in the title is not an actual word, but you know what? I don't frickin care. Really, I don't Why? Can't you read??? I'm itchy!!! And Scritchy!!! And that makes me kind of bitchy. Well, not so much bitchy as just kind of whiny and I complain a lot. In short, … Continue reading itchy scritchy bitchy me
truth
I'm an emotional woman. A woman who does not hold things in. Many people I know manage to pull off being reserved with a quiet grace... but at some point those people tend to burst. Not a little explosion. Not a bit of a spill. We're talking, like, when the Rebels blew up the Death … Continue reading truth
I’m not crazy…
We've reached day two of the alarm system talking to me. I'm not sure where to change the battery so it just keeps telling me it's okay. Reassuring me. Every 30 seconds. For eternity. Or until about 30 minutes before Mike gets home from work when it stops talking and acts like nothing is wrong. … Continue reading I’m not crazy…
whatever, you can’t read this anyway…
I am thrilled, absolutely thrilled with all the work I've put into the Strange Love Live site lately. I went to WordCamPDX and soaked up information like a sponge. I called on friends and acquaintances for info when I didn't know how to do something difficult and technical (or even painfully simple). I pressed through … Continue reading whatever, you can’t read this anyway…
why I’m writing this post…
The bait. It's been a long week for me (and as I write this it's only Tuesday night). There's a lot going on but I'm too tired to enjoy it or do many of the happenings justice. But I had to have a post. I just couldn't go to bed without a post. What's my … Continue reading why I’m writing this post…
at my feet…
I dislike being told that I'm going to hell. I really do. I find it distasteful and more than a little bit rude... but I've heard it more times than I care to recall and read it more times than I can count. If I weren't so very fond of myself I might start to … Continue reading at my feet…
snips snails and sausage tails
After a long day (more on that later this week) I find myself in my favorite place in the house.My bed.I'm laying in my bed in a tank top and my undies with the covers pulled up as high as I can get them. One cat is curled on my lap giving my computer dirty … Continue reading snips snails and sausage tails
back at it…
at 6:15 in the morning my little wobbling bobbling alarm clock did it's thing and woke me up. For it's trouble, I smacked it. It gave me a measly 4 minutes of slumber.Irritated beyond belief I smacked my clock again and rolled over settled my feet on the floor and stumbled over to the window. … Continue reading back at it…
get what you came for?
It's been a while since I gave you a glimpse into the insanity of other people's minds. My insanity you can take a gander at anytime you want to, really it's fine by me.Here are some searches that brought people to my blog, some are proper, mundane, common place... Some? I'll let you decide.camikaos - … Continue reading get what you came for?
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