Guys. Guys. GUYS. There’s a cool dude running for Congress in Arizona. He knows how health care saves lives. He knows receiving a helping hand doesn’t mean you’ll never bother to work again. He learned these things when an illness struck him blind, so he gets the needs of the disabled better than most politicians. […]
〈 Clear my desk, holy crap. Done but it’s already messed up again. 〈 Deal with all the stuff I’ve been tossing in the corner to deal with later. Some of it…? 〈 Put together new entertainment center in the living room. Hah. Haven’t even opened the box. 〈 Move was-entertainment-center, now-baker’s-rack, into the kitchen.
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My classes start Monday. I’ve got a book to edit, and a serial to smooth out. I need a plan (soon) for the kid’s birthday. And I’ve been doing NOTHING because of work and new computer happy. Hold me accountable, internet. 〈 Clear my desk, holy crap. 〈 Deal with all the stuff I’ve been tossing
I am a girl of many enthusiasms. If this is your first time on my blog, you may not be aware of that. I suppose it’s possible even regular readers have missed my tangents on aquariums, rock-climbing, Civil War reenactors, my frequent forays into science, history, mythology…yeah. KD has ADHD of the best sort. So
When my desktop started crashing last week, I did what any smart person would–I went directly to Dell to purchase another. I surfed through the Outlet until I found what I wanted–small, powerful, NOT Windows 8–and I snapped it up. A happy ending, yay! The next day the desktop crashed for good, so I started
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I never got into Kim Possible, but of all the things my kid watched in her younger years, it’s probably the thing I most liked having her watch. Breaking the stereotype that all cheerleaders are emptyheaded and useless? Yes. Showing a girl who could be pretty, girly, and strong? Yes, please. Positive portrayals of lots
Tamahome the Third is Dead. I can’t believe I got to numbering my computers. Though it does make sense, bearing in mind the crotchety miner in Grizzly Adams (remember that show? No? I’m sorry) who stopped naming his mules because they died so fast, and started numbering them instead. I have fond memories of Number
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