I have lots of motivation and not a lot of get up and
go. I could briefly touch on...
The fact that my computer has been taken over by
crazed tenth graders with a huge assignment due
tomorrow. The Mac (which I'm writing this on) for some
reason won't let me compose on Blogger, so I'm
emailing this to myself so I can cut and paste when
kids get off the "real" computer. (Whenever the heck
that may be). Who says I don't love you guys?
The fact that if my husband hears one more time about
how I "need" a laptop, he'll...spit? Run away? Buy
the damn laptop? He really could care less if I get
one. (Actually, maybe he could. I think he'd like me
to shut up). The problem is that I'd want to buy an
inexpensive one off and don't know what I'm
looking for. This is where he comes in. Or not, as the
case may be.
The sheer amusement value of an ordinarily smart dog
(Trixie) trying to steal a grilled pastrami and cheese
sandwich off of Sasquatch's plate and upending an
entire bowl of cream of tomato soup in the process. As
Sasquatch howled and carried on, she sought me out in
the kitchen and sat penitently in front of me with
soup dripping off her entire head. Can I tell you
again that it is NEVER dull around here?
The wonderful book I've finished that pixelpi
recommended called Good Grief, by .
Beyond terrific. And yes laurie, you are influential
beyond your wildest dreams, as I have been taking all
twenty pounds of to bed with me at
night. And I'm loving it.
The absolute fabulosity of napping for three
glorious afternoon hours while the rain poured down
and three dogs snuggled up close to me in my bed. It
truly does not get much better than that.
The sick feeling I'm getting in my stomach every time
I see anything even vaguely news related and see that
Southern California is still burning. My people aren't
in , but a lot of them are still in fire areas,
especially my mom and Stu. They're seriously in the
tinderbox foothills, and they've been threatened
before. Queen of Denial that I am, I haven't even
called my mom to check in. Ain't fear grand? (In my
defense, none of these fires seems to be inland. Yet).
Alright, I've rambled at you enough. Let me go and try
to kick the teenagers off the computer long enough to
Wish me luck.
PS - I swapped a pot of fresh coffee for five minutes
on the computer to post.I promise - I'll catch up on
my blog reading tomorrow. Sorry!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Posted by the rotten correspondent at 12:02 AM