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Saturday, November 11, 2006


The weather report looks like a stock market report. Temperature is up and then down and up again. Grass has turned yellow and the leaves are blowing everywhere. I have a head cold and sinus headache so it must be autumn.

I need to start to pack up the front room but my heart is not in it. I'd rather be working on a project I just thought of on the drive home yesterday. Just a little project. Should only take a few minutes.... We could just pay the carpet stretchers more and let them move everything. Nah, then they might touch my stuff. I hate when people touch my stuff. It's hard enough to find things when I touch it, much less when there are strangers involved. The thought of having someone come in to clean makes me crazy. They would move my stuff. It didn't bother me as much when we had a maid in South America. I had no personal stuff there - it was like living in a hotel anyway. She came, she cleaned, her son played with my daughter. I gave her my crock pot when we left. But I've collected 30 years of stuff since then. I think it will take at least 50 years for me to use it all up.

So, going down to pack. Really. Right now.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

little engine

So now I have the head cold that everyone at work has given me. Sore throat, swollen glands. I'm supposed to work as cashier for the sale tonight. I'm sitting here trying to get my energy together to go in to work - even if late. It's just not working for me. I think I'm going in. Maybe.
I think I can.
I think I can.

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Friday, November 03, 2006

all around me

People are dropping like flies. Sickness, pestilence, the plague. Hacking, aches, pains, rashes, pukieness. I'm on antibiotics myself this week. I will survive.

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Tuesday, October 17, 2006

that's tough

I cooked a huge lot of meat for potluck lunch tomorrow. The beef fajitas are going to require pre-chewing, I'm afraid. The chicken is not bad. Fancy flavored tortillas are not. Not flavored that is.
Need to do my photo a day still. Window Treatment....

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

100 and counting

This is my 100th entry. I think I like blogging.

My daughter had a *girlie* day yesterday as she described it. She got her haircut and colored deep auburn. Got her ears repierced - only once in each this time and bought a whole new outfit for the party. She looked so great that no one at the party noticed I got four inches cut off my hair yesterday, too.
We had a great time at the big birthday party last night. Catered by Ninfa's- a local Tex-Mex place. Champagne, wine, cake, fajitas, chips, quacamole, queso, rice, beans.
Major good news/bad news: Hershey's has a dark chocolate kiss with truffle inside. Fortunately, I was seated one person away from the bowl and she being the saner of the two of us realized we were too close to eminent danger and only passed me one.
Grandbaby H attended the party and was a pretty good boy. After he got his dinner, he sat on my lap and talked and smiled and looked around for more than an hour. The only other kid at the party, a 13 year old boy rocked him in his carseat for a long time. Then about when people were finishing up dessert, H started crying. I walked him around. People offered to hold him, but he was having none of that. He wanted to walk around and his mom and I took turns rocking him till he fell asleep crying. So then we were able to enjoy another half hour and exit the party with some decorum. He is a fuss-myself-to-sleep kinda guy. He is trying to learn to suck his thumb but he is still at the holding hands in a fist stage and he's so fat, his arms don't reach his mouth easily. If you help him, he is happy to suck away instead of fuss. I love thumbsucking babies. Hate pacifers.
The gracious hostess for the party brought me a towel for the bed when I was changing his diaper. She got him to talk to her and she petted him and said, "we missed this." I let her talk, I've known her for years and never asked. Seems they wanted kids, but couldn't have them. I said, well, you just have to borrow them and she said friends had been very generous to share their kids with her. She is the honorary aunt to lots of kids. And she kinda bit her lip and left the room. It made me tear up. Makes me tear up now. I know I would be a different person if I had not had my daughter. And I would never trade this stage of my life with grandbabies for anything. The best part so far.
And the really great news - even though I ate and drank with abandon, I lost a pound this morning. The bodyguard gets a raise.