Yay! Comments are freeeeeeeeee and easy – I hope.
I am procrastinating. Yes, I know, hard to believe but it’s true. You know, it’s a wonder I’ve kept my business running for the last 8 yrs (8??). I am one of the worst self-employed people I know. Unlike my Princess Patti. Damn, she’s good I tell ya!
I just thought I’d tell you that. Now I don’t feel like writing anymore. ha. silly me. Guess I’m just giddy with the no spam comments thing, I just had to practice writing in here again.
:)
On the tube tonite… “Whatever Happened to Baby Jane” followed by “Pocket Full of Miracles” (my fav personally).
Yup. Beats the crap on tv otherwise. Gotta have something to work by, right?
Know what else? Now Word Press lets you sign up for an account without having a “site” per se, sooo, I can get one of the Askimt thingies for the spam – yay! BUT, Word Press is down right now. poop.
Soon though, soon!
Just poppin’ in to tell you that if you watch Leno tonite, Jennie & Dave (her L.A. buddy) shook Jay’s hand – they were at the show. So watch fast!
Remember this pic? That was from the last time she visited… ok, bubbyeeee!
I was seriously thinking of making KittyKitty a done deal – like, no more. Ya, the bastards got me down – of course I’m referring to the comment trash. But then I saw that there were actually 2 real comments in the last post. Will wonders never cease?? So I guess it is possible for friends to comment. hmm.
I can’t tell if I can rename the comments, because so many other parts of the template refer to the “comments” that if I renamed them, wouldn’t I have to change any other reference to “comments?” Hell if I know.
Hey, besides that, did I tell you recently that life is good? It is. Rain and all. Today my tunes of choice is Jimi. Reminds me of when I listened to the album new… we lived in the country-ish. Sort of a suburb of Milwaukee, but not really. Now a person can’t get a home in the area under… well, let’s just say it’s a super trendy and expensive town. It’s on a little lake – the same lake that I used to fish off of our pier with my grampa, and when I helped clean the fish we caught, I liked to pop the eyeball lens out of the fish’s eye. It was like a mini crystal ball. Cool, huh?
Anyway, my grandparents were making the little cottage into their retirement home, and we lived there until grampa retired in a year. My room was upstairs, and there was just drywall up. Well, I had a slumber party and we decided to paint the walls, since they would be covered up eventually anyway. Wooowee! Psychedelic man. Poster paints, all over – just crazy, groovy, early 70’s “art” galore. Unfortunately, when they tried to paint over all of that graffiti, it was NOT an easy task – that poster paint was super absorbed into the dry wall. Whoopsie. In fact, once it was painted over, I could still make out a lot of the old stuff if I looked hard enough. Fun.
It was all Jimi’s fault.
And the wind cries Mary….
;)
What should I ask qualified healthcare practitioner about generic medications
I don’t know if I can write and listen to my music CD of choice (as opposed to random radio tunes) at the same time. Especially one that I haven’t heard in awhile. If I was strictly working and creating, that’s a different scenerio, which is what I was doing prior to my *epiphany* moment.
You know, when a huge swell of contentment and mellowness overcomes your entire body, and you just want to hug the world? Well, it just happened to me, and suddenly I felt like listening to some of my flashback tunes. But how can you just listen to Elton John without singing along??
So. Yes, I’m having a wonderful day so far. Finally getting my to-do list down to a more managable size. yay. That’s the downside of going on vacation—the pile of work remains, and then some.
Currently, I’m struggling with a decision on whether or not to take on a huge web project. Probably one of the biggest I’ve ever encountered in the last 8 yrs of my biz. I’m just always so afraid of making a commitment. What if I can’t do it? What if the very thought of sitting down to work on the job stresses me out and makes me want to puke? You can’t just stop in the middle of it and say “sorry, I just can’t do anymore.” Nope. No can do.
Hubby understands for the most part. But the big $$ signs distract him from the reality of whether or not I can indeed do the job. Of course, he also casually mentioned that I’d be able to finally buy this or that – things that I’ve only dreampt of buying sometime in the future. Gee, thanks darlin.
SOoooo, anyway. That’s the latest dealio over here. We shall see where the road leads me.
BTW, I had to turn Elton off to write this. Ha. What a dork.
c’yall later.
I’m having “Muffins with Mom” tomorrow with my mumsy. Another wild social event at the Home. Seriously, they’re always having funnish events over there. Pretty cool.
My daughter will be lollygagging around Boston this weekend. So no mummy events over here. Lollygagging. Where in the world did that word ever come from?? Lolly; lollipop? Gag; the act of retching, expelling stomach contents. Lollygagging; Sticking said lollipop too far down making one puke? geesh.
Okeee, fast forward about… mmm… 20 minutes. I just nodded off briefly (saved lives today) and now the paragraph that I painstakingly kept my eyeballs open long enough to write, seems quite trivial. So I just spared you the pain of reading it and swept it into the gar-bage. whoopee.
Think I’d better get this butt to bed. OH! Almost forgot. If you are so inclined, wanna vote for the KittyKitty in our local online magazine thingie? For the “blog o’ the week?” That would be loverly. Gracias!
ok. c’yall later. Nitey-nite.
xoxo
