Okay, so cable and phone/internet will be cut off on Sept 30 (tomorrow) and we won't get our new hookups until Wednesday, so if you don't have my cell number, communication is going to be sketchy for a little while. If you would like to volunteer to help out, PLEASE call! Otherwise, please be patient while we get things re-adjusted.
Make arrangements to come out to see our new place! Tonight we had the most gorgeous rainbow in one window and a sunset likeI haven't seen in years in another. I didn't know which one to watch and I kept spinning in circles!
LOL!
Address change cards will be sent out soon. If you don't get one within the next week or so, then I don't have your snail mail. Remind me and I will send it to you.
Maybe.
;)
Going to bed now. Long day tomorrow ... starting with work.
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, September 29, 2006
Monday, September 25, 2006
Tough Jobs ...
Todays' quote: Soldiers speak of defending the soil, but they care only for their nations. I care nothing for their nations and everything for the soil.
Mabon has come and gone ... not that anybody really seemed to notice. I'm not sure hwy it's harder to recognise the minor fire and sun feasts - they usually have this tendancy to sneak up on me when I'm not looking. Maybe it's because only the major celebrations were adopted by others and it's easier to watch for when everybody is watching for something along the same times.
People ask me about Wicca all the time, and they are sually left dissatisfied with the answers I give. As well they should be, for no two heart paths are exactly alike. If they wish to find out more, then they'll search for themselves. Anybody who appears to be fascinated by my explanations either wants something, is selling their own religion, or they think they are being "polite". My answers may not fill you with enlightenment and satisfaction, but if they fill you with ciriosity, then I think that's better. The main reason I find it difficult to give fuller answers though is mainly because I consider religion to be private and personal. It's not meant to be used for discussion and debate. It's not meant to form cast iron rules set in stone ... it's meant to offer guidance only.
People frequently refer to me as a "witch". I've never been entirely comfortable with that title. I'm not sure why, but it unsettles my heart. Perhaps I was hunted as one once, I don't know. "Priestess" seems a more comfortable mantle to bear. And at the same time it almost seems to lofty for me. Like I'm claiming something I haven't quite earned yet.
It's hard to explain. Not even sure why I started talking about all this.
I have to leave for my riding lesson soon and I really should be packing a box or two before I go, but I wanted to find time to write something too. Even if nobody is commenting, I think there are people reading ... my bio has had quite a few hits. I was surprised by the number. Maybe not a large as others, but lots to me!
Four and half days to go until the big move. Half the house is still unpacked. Ugh. Riding tonight, a dinner & dance tomorrow, races on Wednesday ... I can't wait to see what happens on the last two nights that will stop me from getting some packing done. *sigh* This is the part of moving that I really don't like. Our resident spirit isn't too happy either. He actually came upstairs while we were watching a movie, and startled my cat. Poor Spot crawled into my lap and stayed there until we went to bed.
There have been a couple of offers to help with the move, but I'm pretty sure that they won't pan out. They've mostly been based on the fact that we'll offer them beer. *snort* Thanks, Friends!
I've been getting a lot of moral support from the guys around the track though. I think everybody in the long barn knows I'm moving. A few trainers make positive comments as they pass me by. I never knew that I was that well known. I wish somebody would let meknow that I am popular ... I never seem to notice.
Oops, now I'm being hailed to be borrwed as a beta-reader. It's tough ebing an X-Man expert, but somebody's gotta do it.
Sweet Dreams!
Mabon has come and gone ... not that anybody really seemed to notice. I'm not sure hwy it's harder to recognise the minor fire and sun feasts - they usually have this tendancy to sneak up on me when I'm not looking. Maybe it's because only the major celebrations were adopted by others and it's easier to watch for when everybody is watching for something along the same times.
People ask me about Wicca all the time, and they are sually left dissatisfied with the answers I give. As well they should be, for no two heart paths are exactly alike. If they wish to find out more, then they'll search for themselves. Anybody who appears to be fascinated by my explanations either wants something, is selling their own religion, or they think they are being "polite". My answers may not fill you with enlightenment and satisfaction, but if they fill you with ciriosity, then I think that's better. The main reason I find it difficult to give fuller answers though is mainly because I consider religion to be private and personal. It's not meant to be used for discussion and debate. It's not meant to form cast iron rules set in stone ... it's meant to offer guidance only.
People frequently refer to me as a "witch". I've never been entirely comfortable with that title. I'm not sure why, but it unsettles my heart. Perhaps I was hunted as one once, I don't know. "Priestess" seems a more comfortable mantle to bear. And at the same time it almost seems to lofty for me. Like I'm claiming something I haven't quite earned yet.
It's hard to explain. Not even sure why I started talking about all this.
I have to leave for my riding lesson soon and I really should be packing a box or two before I go, but I wanted to find time to write something too. Even if nobody is commenting, I think there are people reading ... my bio has had quite a few hits. I was surprised by the number. Maybe not a large as others, but lots to me!
Four and half days to go until the big move. Half the house is still unpacked. Ugh. Riding tonight, a dinner & dance tomorrow, races on Wednesday ... I can't wait to see what happens on the last two nights that will stop me from getting some packing done. *sigh* This is the part of moving that I really don't like. Our resident spirit isn't too happy either. He actually came upstairs while we were watching a movie, and startled my cat. Poor Spot crawled into my lap and stayed there until we went to bed.
There have been a couple of offers to help with the move, but I'm pretty sure that they won't pan out. They've mostly been based on the fact that we'll offer them beer. *snort* Thanks, Friends!
I've been getting a lot of moral support from the guys around the track though. I think everybody in the long barn knows I'm moving. A few trainers make positive comments as they pass me by. I never knew that I was that well known. I wish somebody would let meknow that I am popular ... I never seem to notice.
Oops, now I'm being hailed to be borrwed as a beta-reader. It's tough ebing an X-Man expert, but somebody's gotta do it.
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, September 22, 2006
Stressed for Success
Today, I'm going to post Elohelae's 'blog here for you to see. He raises a vaild point in regards to reality - he's a single parent who is trying to raise his newly-minted teenage daughter safely. Problem is, in today's world, kids grow up way too damn fast.
Where's Mr. Dressup and Mr. Rogers when you need them?
I have a 13 yr old daughter of whom I believe I could write everyday about her activities. I believe it would be therapy as there are times I feel like stuffing her in a box and forgetting to feed her…
Take today…I have a firewall and software designed to stop kids from getting to websites they are not supposed to. It limits their time and does the parental things I should be doing. I have other kids, a life and I require to feed them once in a while so I cannot be at the computer all the time.. (excuse over)
She got past the firewall.
I began to get copied on emails where she was on Myspace. She took a picture of herself which showed off her cleavage. I checked the site and saw the comments by the other horny 13 yr old boys and figured my blood was about to boil. I realized that even though I wanted to, I could not kill every teenage boy in the neighborhood. On her cell phone I saw a text from a guy called Jesse. She was telling him that she was working in vegas next weekend, so not to call her. After digging, I found out that Jesse lived close to us and that my precious teen was 13 pretending to be 19. So I called the Jesse character, who, according to his website, was 19 also.
I spoke to some young kid who told me Jesse was working, I then said 'well, is this his home', at which point the kid said, 'Ill get my mommy.' "Mommy" was delighted to learn that her 13 yr old son, Jesse was on myspace and conversing with my daughter.
Tell me people, what is the cure for teenagers? She is in lockdown. I missed my date tonight with my baby and wont see her until Friday because of this.
Anyway, it could have been worse, but damnit she is 13… just frickin 13 arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
So, there it is. Feel free to reply here with your suggestions. Or you can go to his 'blog and reply there. http://www.elohelae.com/
My first question right now is ... how much cleavage does a 13 year old have?? I've met a couple pretty voluptuous pre-teens, but it was a rare occurrance - or so I thought. Too much steroids in the meat and fertilizer in the vegies, I guess. Makes you wonder what a good dose of pest control will do ... :)
Anyway, I just wanted to share that. Some of you have daughters who are going to be 13 soon enough, and others may have gone through this already and may be able to offer help.
For myself, I will be replying soon in regards to the questions inthe previous entry ... I'm thinking about the challenges. I don't know how Lynne came up with all hers!
It's been a tough week so far ... and it's going to get tougher. I've got seven days to get everything else packed and ready to go. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the stress that I'm going through here. I'm trying very hard to stick with work for as long as Pepper is still there. She's MY horse. As much as she can be without me actually owning her. She loves me to bits and I won't leave without her. Just one more race left. Dragonlady said she might be able to get her in soon. (Maybe too soon?) Dragonlady ... gawds! I had a yelling match with her today. She was in a bad mood and I was having a bad day. Not a good mix. I almost quit. Pepper hugged me and I got my priorities adjusted again. I'm not leaving until Pepper does.
There's so much that needs to be done and no time to do it because I swear I'm at work for most of the time. Then there's the riding lessons on Monday nights. Relaxing in a way, but it will be a while before I come out of it without a sore tooshie. I'm not eating properly and I'm not getting any sleep. The little I do get isn't very high quality either. Not relaly restful, at all. I need to relax but I can't even if I had the time. I just don't know how.
I'm gonna go and watch some anime after I do dishes. That always cheers me up. I'll pack some boxes in a bit.
Sweet Dreams!
Where's Mr. Dressup and Mr. Rogers when you need them?
I have a 13 yr old daughter of whom I believe I could write everyday about her activities. I believe it would be therapy as there are times I feel like stuffing her in a box and forgetting to feed her…
Take today…I have a firewall and software designed to stop kids from getting to websites they are not supposed to. It limits their time and does the parental things I should be doing. I have other kids, a life and I require to feed them once in a while so I cannot be at the computer all the time.. (excuse over)
She got past the firewall.
I began to get copied on emails where she was on Myspace. She took a picture of herself which showed off her cleavage. I checked the site and saw the comments by the other horny 13 yr old boys and figured my blood was about to boil. I realized that even though I wanted to, I could not kill every teenage boy in the neighborhood. On her cell phone I saw a text from a guy called Jesse. She was telling him that she was working in vegas next weekend, so not to call her. After digging, I found out that Jesse lived close to us and that my precious teen was 13 pretending to be 19. So I called the Jesse character, who, according to his website, was 19 also.
I spoke to some young kid who told me Jesse was working, I then said 'well, is this his home', at which point the kid said, 'Ill get my mommy.' "Mommy" was delighted to learn that her 13 yr old son, Jesse was on myspace and conversing with my daughter.
Tell me people, what is the cure for teenagers? She is in lockdown. I missed my date tonight with my baby and wont see her until Friday because of this.
Anyway, it could have been worse, but damnit she is 13… just frickin 13 arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
So, there it is. Feel free to reply here with your suggestions. Or you can go to his 'blog and reply there. http://www.elohelae.com/
My first question right now is ... how much cleavage does a 13 year old have?? I've met a couple pretty voluptuous pre-teens, but it was a rare occurrance - or so I thought. Too much steroids in the meat and fertilizer in the vegies, I guess. Makes you wonder what a good dose of pest control will do ... :)
Anyway, I just wanted to share that. Some of you have daughters who are going to be 13 soon enough, and others may have gone through this already and may be able to offer help.
For myself, I will be replying soon in regards to the questions inthe previous entry ... I'm thinking about the challenges. I don't know how Lynne came up with all hers!
It's been a tough week so far ... and it's going to get tougher. I've got seven days to get everything else packed and ready to go. I'm not sure I'll be able to handle the stress that I'm going through here. I'm trying very hard to stick with work for as long as Pepper is still there. She's MY horse. As much as she can be without me actually owning her. She loves me to bits and I won't leave without her. Just one more race left. Dragonlady said she might be able to get her in soon. (Maybe too soon?) Dragonlady ... gawds! I had a yelling match with her today. She was in a bad mood and I was having a bad day. Not a good mix. I almost quit. Pepper hugged me and I got my priorities adjusted again. I'm not leaving until Pepper does.
There's so much that needs to be done and no time to do it because I swear I'm at work for most of the time. Then there's the riding lessons on Monday nights. Relaxing in a way, but it will be a while before I come out of it without a sore tooshie. I'm not eating properly and I'm not getting any sleep. The little I do get isn't very high quality either. Not relaly restful, at all. I need to relax but I can't even if I had the time. I just don't know how.
I'm gonna go and watch some anime after I do dishes. That always cheers me up. I'll pack some boxes in a bit.
Sweet Dreams!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Interactive Survey!
Today's survey is brought to you by Lynne, who has requested that I place this on my site in return for answering the questions for me.
I ask the same for you. Let me know if you want the questions answered for you and in return, you must post them on your site.
No, this is not a chain survey ...
If you comment on this post:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, it would be appreciated if you posted this on yours.
Lynne's answers for me went like this ...
1. You should have been born British.
2. Come to NC some Saturday with me. Ditch work Sunday.
3. Yellow. Always.
4. Your honesty
5. Wow, whatta rack!
6. A cat
7. If (Campbell) had been a girl, what would her name have been?
So, being me, I must reply to these answers ... Lessee ...
1) I'm only a third generation Scots-Canadian ... that's pretty close! I think I prefer our toilet paper to theirs though.
2) Ditch work ... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! Even if I could get a day off without getting laid off right now, it wouldn't be a weekend. Race days are off limits. I'm almost done. Be patient.
3) How odd ... I've never liked that colour much. Better than pink though. Pink. Ew.
4) Glad you like it ... it's going to get me killed one day.
5) *snort*
6) I agree, but I'd like to hear why you think so.
7) Kinda pointless to answer here ... I'll tell you later ...
Sweet Dreams!
I ask the same for you. Let me know if you want the questions answered for you and in return, you must post them on your site.
No, this is not a chain survey ...
If you comment on this post:
1. I'll respond with something random about you.
2. I'll challenge you to try something.
3. I'll pick a colour that I associate with you.
4. I'll tell you something I like about you.
5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you.
6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of.
7. I'll ask you something I've always wanted to ask you.
8. If I do this for you, it would be appreciated if you posted this on yours.
Lynne's answers for me went like this ...
1. You should have been born British.
2. Come to NC some Saturday with me. Ditch work Sunday.
3. Yellow. Always.
4. Your honesty
5. Wow, whatta rack!
6. A cat
7. If (Campbell) had been a girl, what would her name have been?
So, being me, I must reply to these answers ... Lessee ...
1) I'm only a third generation Scots-Canadian ... that's pretty close! I think I prefer our toilet paper to theirs though.
2) Ditch work ... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA! Even if I could get a day off without getting laid off right now, it wouldn't be a weekend. Race days are off limits. I'm almost done. Be patient.
3) How odd ... I've never liked that colour much. Better than pink though. Pink. Ew.
4) Glad you like it ... it's going to get me killed one day.
5) *snort*
6) I agree, but I'd like to hear why you think so.
7) Kinda pointless to answer here ... I'll tell you later ...
Sweet Dreams!
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I am the chosen one. All right ... let's dance!
16:05
I e-mailed Coca-Cola today. After searching their site for about two days to try and find the e-mail addy ... I tagged it as high priority and requested a read reciept. By gum, I want an answer in regards to that horrible rumour Jade brought home. If it's true, I swear to you that I'm gonna start a petition. What will Lynne have to bribe me with, if they stop making this addictive beverage? Chocolate just isn't enough.
Everybody I've talked to is unhappy about this. Everybody that drinks it, anyway. (There's more of out there than you'd think!) Not one person shrugged and said that it didn't matter - there were other rootbeers. (Well, Albert did, but he doesn't drink the stuff and he was referring to me! Jerk!)
Elohelae, I love the titles on your blogs ... but they don't always have anything to do with the blog itself. Are they a code or what?? And if you don't come forth with that announcement that you've been teasing us with ... there may be mayhem.
Interesting question you posed us with though. I didn't want to give you a flippant "canadian" answer though. (Who cares; I'm canadian!)
GAH! Barq's attack!
(runs to basement fridge and gets another can)
Phew! Problem averted. Need to buy more. Making me run all the way downstairs for a can isn't slowing me down much ...
Speaking of which, I also requested Coke to send me an order form. I want to buy in bulk. If I'm going to buy 16+ of 2L bottles a month, then I want to do it at the lowest possible prices!! I'm buying direct, baby!
I sent Lynne a survey ... she liked it so much that she posted it twice on her site. Heh. I'm actually surprised that she did it so fast ... that has to be a record of some type. You go, girl!
Five weeks left of Thoroughbreds. It's still a toss up as to whether or not I'll work the Fall meet with the Standardbreds or not. Either way ... At most, it's just 5 more weeks until I can play D&D again.
If you have to ask what that is then you're way to young to be reading this site. Go build a million dollar profit making computer site or something.
I start my riding lessons next Monday too. I was supposed to start last week, but the instructor never confirmed my place in the class until Sunday night ... so, she let me slide. I'm sure I'll have little trouble catching up. I just have to go buy a helmet.
Daniel, Lynne says that you are still alive. She said that she saw you a few weeks ago. While that's a pretty big time frame to work from (anythign could have happened) I need more proof than that. E-mail me, you dork! Better still, come and help me move at the end of the month! I'll feed you and let you have some pop or beer. I might even let you have some of my Barq's.
It could happen.
Ellen, Shorty ... you haven't been commenting ...
That's all I have to say about that.
Jade will be home soon ... I'd better pack a box or two before he gets home. Then we'll nip over to The Shepherd's to grab some more boxes.
I love knowing somebody who owns/runs a comic store ... he's better than a 7-11. Except for the slushies.
Quote of the day: "Among the lucky, you are the chosen one."
Sweet Dreams!
I e-mailed Coca-Cola today. After searching their site for about two days to try and find the e-mail addy ... I tagged it as high priority and requested a read reciept. By gum, I want an answer in regards to that horrible rumour Jade brought home. If it's true, I swear to you that I'm gonna start a petition. What will Lynne have to bribe me with, if they stop making this addictive beverage? Chocolate just isn't enough.
Everybody I've talked to is unhappy about this. Everybody that drinks it, anyway. (There's more of out there than you'd think!) Not one person shrugged and said that it didn't matter - there were other rootbeers. (Well, Albert did, but he doesn't drink the stuff and he was referring to me! Jerk!)
Elohelae, I love the titles on your blogs ... but they don't always have anything to do with the blog itself. Are they a code or what?? And if you don't come forth with that announcement that you've been teasing us with ... there may be mayhem.
Interesting question you posed us with though. I didn't want to give you a flippant "canadian" answer though. (Who cares; I'm canadian!)
GAH! Barq's attack!
(runs to basement fridge and gets another can)
Phew! Problem averted. Need to buy more. Making me run all the way downstairs for a can isn't slowing me down much ...
Speaking of which, I also requested Coke to send me an order form. I want to buy in bulk. If I'm going to buy 16+ of 2L bottles a month, then I want to do it at the lowest possible prices!! I'm buying direct, baby!
I sent Lynne a survey ... she liked it so much that she posted it twice on her site. Heh. I'm actually surprised that she did it so fast ... that has to be a record of some type. You go, girl!
Five weeks left of Thoroughbreds. It's still a toss up as to whether or not I'll work the Fall meet with the Standardbreds or not. Either way ... At most, it's just 5 more weeks until I can play D&D again.
If you have to ask what that is then you're way to young to be reading this site. Go build a million dollar profit making computer site or something.
I start my riding lessons next Monday too. I was supposed to start last week, but the instructor never confirmed my place in the class until Sunday night ... so, she let me slide. I'm sure I'll have little trouble catching up. I just have to go buy a helmet.
Daniel, Lynne says that you are still alive. She said that she saw you a few weeks ago. While that's a pretty big time frame to work from (anythign could have happened) I need more proof than that. E-mail me, you dork! Better still, come and help me move at the end of the month! I'll feed you and let you have some pop or beer. I might even let you have some of my Barq's.
It could happen.
Ellen, Shorty ... you haven't been commenting ...
That's all I have to say about that.
Jade will be home soon ... I'd better pack a box or two before he gets home. Then we'll nip over to The Shepherd's to grab some more boxes.
I love knowing somebody who owns/runs a comic store ... he's better than a 7-11. Except for the slushies.
Quote of the day: "Among the lucky, you are the chosen one."
Sweet Dreams!
Monday, September 11, 2006
Beam me up, Scotty ... There's no Barq's down here!
14:13
Today, Jade dropped a bomb on my little world. Apparently, Coca-Cola will no longer be making Barq's. For a Barq's-aholic, such as myself, this is fantastically, terrible news. Horrendous, even. I know many people who love Barq's. We have trouble finding it sometimes because some places can't keep it on the shelves. (Which may be due to poor ordering, but still!)
I need to find out how to contact this company and get a price list and an order form from them. I have every intention of "stocking up" before they try to cut me off. I'm not letting this stuff go without a fight!
Thsiis the second time that Coca-Cola has left me high and dry. (Or will be.) The first time was with Nestea - original flavour. I used to drink , on average, about 6L in total of that stuff per day. My entire high school drank that stuff like it was going out of style. I guess it was. It took me a very long time to discover Barq's and I've been faithful to it since. I don't want to settle for other flavours!
GST cheques are out next month. Hokey Stinkmore, can I use the money! Moving isn't supposed to be expensive! Ah, well. It all works out eventually. I hope.
The move date has been ...w ell, it's been moved. We'll be moving items out at the end of the month. I've decided that my sanity is more important than a complete paycheque (can't spend it from teh looney farm, you know) and I've arranged to take next Monday off. I'll have to get all my packing done by then ifI haven't managed to catch up before then. Between work, riding lessons, keeping house, and finding some relax time AND spending time with Jade, there's not much more time for anything else. Still, I manage to get a few packed here and there.
I think I'll go pack a couple now.
Sweet Dreams!
Today, Jade dropped a bomb on my little world. Apparently, Coca-Cola will no longer be making Barq's. For a Barq's-aholic, such as myself, this is fantastically, terrible news. Horrendous, even. I know many people who love Barq's. We have trouble finding it sometimes because some places can't keep it on the shelves. (Which may be due to poor ordering, but still!)
I need to find out how to contact this company and get a price list and an order form from them. I have every intention of "stocking up" before they try to cut me off. I'm not letting this stuff go without a fight!
Thsiis the second time that Coca-Cola has left me high and dry. (Or will be.) The first time was with Nestea - original flavour. I used to drink , on average, about 6L in total of that stuff per day. My entire high school drank that stuff like it was going out of style. I guess it was. It took me a very long time to discover Barq's and I've been faithful to it since. I don't want to settle for other flavours!
GST cheques are out next month. Hokey Stinkmore, can I use the money! Moving isn't supposed to be expensive! Ah, well. It all works out eventually. I hope.
The move date has been ...w ell, it's been moved. We'll be moving items out at the end of the month. I've decided that my sanity is more important than a complete paycheque (can't spend it from teh looney farm, you know) and I've arranged to take next Monday off. I'll have to get all my packing done by then ifI haven't managed to catch up before then. Between work, riding lessons, keeping house, and finding some relax time AND spending time with Jade, there's not much more time for anything else. Still, I manage to get a few packed here and there.
I think I'll go pack a couple now.
Sweet Dreams!
Friday, September 08, 2006
As per a request (aka Slave to the Aliens)
04:10
Yesterday was my first afternoon off in six days. I was exhasted. Still am really. I tried to stay awake during the afternoon so that I could get things done, thinking, in error, that just being home without worrying about going back was restful enough.
As I said, this was an error in my judgement. I passed out in the living room for about an hour, I think. Giving in to the inevitable, I went to bed for a nap. Typically, this is when everybody in the world tries to call. Two of those phone calls weren't even for me. One was for a previous tenant (how they got MY number is byond me) and the other was for Lynne. Using such an old version of her name that it shocked me that they were still looking for her.
Perhaps it's time to change my phone number. I've had this one for about 10 years ... maybe longer. You'd think I wouldn't be getting wacko phone calls anymore.
I have to get ready for work. Gah ... my head still feels like it's fuzzy. Not the comfortable kind either. Not much longer now though. The meet is almost over.
13:55
I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that moving to an acreage makes me feel old. I thought it would be fairly simple; I've lieved on a farm before. No problem. There should be no surprises, really.
Wrong.
I'f forgotten how has happened to our little world since I've been off the farm. How city-slickered I've become. It never occured to me to wonder about, say, computer connections ... There wasn't any such thing when I was little. I'm pretty sure that the World Wide Web wasn't even yet a Science Fiction fantasy. We didn't have cable either. Who wanted to stay inside and watch TV?
*sigh* Yup, there will be some adjusting.
In other news ... Jade keeps bringing the flyers in a putting them on my desk. I keep giving him crap for it and he says that if he throws them out, he'll get in trouble because I'll want to see them and if he doesn't, he'll get in crap anyway. So he puts them on my desk so that Ican pull out the ones I want and I might not give him so much crap.
Drat. He's on to me.
So I pulled out the flyer from Babies R Us and told him that I'd punish him by reading this one. Who says I can't think fast?
Heh. Yeah, it's only a little evil.
So, Elohelae, here's the update you requested. I had just been thinking to myself that you might say something like that after the nagging I've been doing for yours. On the other hand, I'm not the wee pout worm who told everybody that I was planning on posting "tonight" ... and didn't. Tell me what your name means, man, or I'll be tempting to shorten it to "Elly" ... and that's none so manly sounding. *LOL*
Ooh ... Fisher price still has?/isbringing back? the old toys from when Iwas a baby! Now my kid(s) will have the same Chatter Phone that I had as a kid! And a Corn Popper, and a Rock-a-stack! See'n'Say Farmer Says ... that could be useful.
I need a new flyer.
Sweet Dreams!
Yesterday was my first afternoon off in six days. I was exhasted. Still am really. I tried to stay awake during the afternoon so that I could get things done, thinking, in error, that just being home without worrying about going back was restful enough.
As I said, this was an error in my judgement. I passed out in the living room for about an hour, I think. Giving in to the inevitable, I went to bed for a nap. Typically, this is when everybody in the world tries to call. Two of those phone calls weren't even for me. One was for a previous tenant (how they got MY number is byond me) and the other was for Lynne. Using such an old version of her name that it shocked me that they were still looking for her.
Perhaps it's time to change my phone number. I've had this one for about 10 years ... maybe longer. You'd think I wouldn't be getting wacko phone calls anymore.
I have to get ready for work. Gah ... my head still feels like it's fuzzy. Not the comfortable kind either. Not much longer now though. The meet is almost over.
13:55
I've been thinking and I've come to the conclusion that moving to an acreage makes me feel old. I thought it would be fairly simple; I've lieved on a farm before. No problem. There should be no surprises, really.
Wrong.
I'f forgotten how has happened to our little world since I've been off the farm. How city-slickered I've become. It never occured to me to wonder about, say, computer connections ... There wasn't any such thing when I was little. I'm pretty sure that the World Wide Web wasn't even yet a Science Fiction fantasy. We didn't have cable either. Who wanted to stay inside and watch TV?
*sigh* Yup, there will be some adjusting.
In other news ... Jade keeps bringing the flyers in a putting them on my desk. I keep giving him crap for it and he says that if he throws them out, he'll get in trouble because I'll want to see them and if he doesn't, he'll get in crap anyway. So he puts them on my desk so that Ican pull out the ones I want and I might not give him so much crap.
Drat. He's on to me.
So I pulled out the flyer from Babies R Us and told him that I'd punish him by reading this one. Who says I can't think fast?
Heh. Yeah, it's only a little evil.
So, Elohelae, here's the update you requested. I had just been thinking to myself that you might say something like that after the nagging I've been doing for yours. On the other hand, I'm not the wee pout worm who told everybody that I was planning on posting "tonight" ... and didn't. Tell me what your name means, man, or I'll be tempting to shorten it to "Elly" ... and that's none so manly sounding. *LOL*
Ooh ... Fisher price still has?/isbringing back? the old toys from when Iwas a baby! Now my kid(s) will have the same Chatter Phone that I had as a kid! And a Corn Popper, and a Rock-a-stack! See'n'Say Farmer Says ... that could be useful.
I need a new flyer.
Sweet Dreams!
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