Year: 2006
no more words
Well here it is and I made it. It’s hard to tell from my stats (I have a global collection, it’s slightly obscure–guess I should get a hit counter) but I got a small bump in traffic I guess. I don’t think I picked up any new readers, but I …
like he said
: I’m SO incredibly sick it’s just sad. And what time is it right now? It’s that time, that plot it on a chart, take your temperature, you have less than 24 hours or maybe it’s tomorrow who knows for sure and I won’t feel any better tomorrow. Isn’t it …
Nablopomo fooey and post the third for today
So it’s silly but so far it looks like my site doesn’t show up often on the Nablopomo randomizer. I’ve had a few friends click it at various times and I just don’t show up. Guess I should have named my blog AAAAAAAAA Over here read this. Well, the whole …
Naming
So I did a search on google on my blog name. Why? well various silly reasons, one of them being that I thought Dreamhost was being idiotic again and flapping my website and I wanted to be sure. And for some weird reason I call up the URL of my …
Life Like Water
Life Like Water Just wanted to note my wonderful husband’s blog. He’s much more grounded than I am, far more sarcastic and incredibly smart. He’s also quite the fine Dad. I think he’s approaching yoda-hood.
books glorious books
When I feel freaked out, or sick or just out of sorts the best thing in the world is to read. Read like some folks inhale ice cream. This time two or maybe all three things intersected to provide a a couple of days of uninterruped reading. About 800 pages …
Distraction
I figure I better get this in before I start feeling too sick. I feel better in the mornings usually, or at least more awake. I’ve spent the last two days with a 102 degree fever and did it to myself. I was getting better and decided to go out. …
nothing of substance
Still sick. Running a fever. Wish I could time travel, I’d go back to yesterday and stay in bed then too.
Utterly
The things that were said, in jest or not hurt. In my nearly immaculate house (still recovering from Fangsiving) I am eating turkey like a freaking caveman. Tearing it off the bone (oh she who eats only white meat ). And I even gave a call to an girlfriend I …
we did it
I’m very sick but pulled off a major Thanksgiving dinner with the help of my sister, for 15 people. I’m falling over now. Lost my voice, running a fever but everyone had a good time, ate a lot and left happy.
oh the humanity
So today instead of cleaning the house or cooking I was going from the dentist to the bed to the doctor. The dentist says I need some gum surgury, next week if possible. Then I’ll need a new crown on the evil problem tooth, preferably later that week. Of course …
The best laid plans
I cannot be getting sick. Not with all there is to do. It’s obscene. It feels like the flu. And 15 people coming over day after tomorrow AND I haven’t gone shopping yet. It’s horrible. I was out today getting things for Fangsgiving, and started feeling horrid. And about 8 …
of cabbages and kings
And apropos of nothing. I’ve found a limitation to my blog design. The archives, as in where the hell are they? Well, yes, if you use the tags they are there, but call me old fashioned I like a calendar approach as well. Blither. I got my copy of Writer’s …
Family?
I hadn’t seen her since we were children. Almost 30 years. She’s gray now and a mom. I’m an unnatural red and a mom. There was the common ground we never had as kids. We are the same age and of course couldn’t be friends. Not with our parents dating …
well
I had a nice long post and due to some freaking display issue with my laptop it kacked. I do not have it in me to rewrite it. I’ll try that tomorrow. For today I’ll leave a few droppings: 1. We did a fine job making huge piles of leaves …
In which there may be a lot of nothing
One of those days where I got a lot accomplished, but feel like I didn’t. I did get to have a good online chat with Sherilyn. I miss her a lot. I’ve been thinking a lot about our wedding (she was a bridesmaid) and how wonderful it was. I can’t …