I forgot to categorize it. Might mean something. Probably doesn’t.
So our early start somehow became 1400. It’s okay, we were more than a bit terrified. A friend of the family called to convince Bly not to attempt towing her car. He lovingly scared her quite thoroughly, so we decided to go get the tow dolly removed from the truck, and she would fly back […]
Stopped for the night in Casey, Illinois. I like Casey. I had a friend named Casey who was/is a truly awesome person, as wholesome and hospitable and truly kind as you would never believe existed in this world. Maybe it’s the name, because I certainly like Casey, Illinois. It was raining a little. It drizzled
Just in case you were wondering, the insanity didn’t stop when I went to bed, all my stuff collected, my alarm set for 0400 (ick) and myself calm in knowing I was prepared. Yeah, right. Couldn’t sleep, almost couldn’t get up, got downstairs to let the dog out and my ride to the airport was
Have you ever seen one? Well, it’s a pretty freaky sight. Yes, they do actually run around a bit without their heads. Sorta like me today. I fly out tomorrow morning. I’m not ready. Why the hell am I blogging then? Because I gotta do something or I’m gonna start screaming. Hope is still not
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Hey, I got my priorities straight. Now the manuscript is done–now I start working on the house. Eeep. Forgot how much work this not-so-big, not-so-cluttered space could be. And don’t preach Flylady at me, either. I love her, she keeps me sane (so to speak) but the simple fact is I do not work her
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It was a flop, I’m afraid. From her point of view. She only made $3.50. But I’m happy. She sorted out a lot of stuff she really didn’t care for, and as agreed, none of it came home. Everything she didn’t sell she packed into the car for donation. She’s not too disappointed, she earned
Remember that? The simple form was you called someone from the other end of the house or something–the farther they were and the more they had to go through to answer, the better–and when they did answer, the practicioner would yell, “Psych!” It was a brief fad, as most of the practitioners were quickly strangled.