I am preparing for race week. What this means for me is a little house cleaning, a little taking out the trash and laundry, a little doing of dishes, a little planning of menus, and a lot of making sure things get put into the van so when I go set up my registration area, I have what I need and don't have to make trips. I'm lazy and don't want to make trips.
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After race week, I'm going to Ohio with the kids to camp and hang out with friends and not do much of anything. I lam looking forward to simply being in a place that I love with people that I love and no obligations to perform, vend, organize, or whatnot. First things first, getting through race week mostly intact.
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Next Saturday, Someone gets out of prison. He wants the opportunity to talk and work things out. I can't, in good conscience, deny him at least the opportunity...but if I am true to my feelings, true to myself, I can't give him false hope. My emotional heart's tired and not in it. Loneliness is no excuse to hurt another person, and I'm already hurting him with this ending.
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Autumn nears. If the crunchy brown leaves on the driveway aren't clue enough, today I hauled trash out and pottered in the garage for a little while and I didn't feel as if I was going to melt into a puddle after five minutes, and my clothing wasn't soaked with sweat. The mosquitoes are trying to convince me that it's still summertime, but it's a losing battle.
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A friend of mine did an adult activity book called 'Murica, and it's available on Amazon. It has caused me much laughter. Go check it out, and maybe order a copy - you'll likely find something in it to make you chortle, and you'll be helping an independent and truly marvelous person make ends meet.
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The Unpleasant Neighbor has many dogs. That's okay, I have many cats, I don't judge. However, several of her many dogs are quite vociferous. Especially when we exit casa de Crazy and try to enjoy our outdoor environs. Yarf. Yap. Bark. Woof. WoofwoofwoofwoofwoofWWWWOOOOOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!
I try to ignore it, sometimes talk to it and try to reassure it that we're all good, try not to let it bother me, but when I am trying to sleep and it's before the sun is up and the kids let the dog into the yard as they leave for school and it barks incessantly and no one in their house wants to get up and let it in, and when that barking is done at the part of their fenced area that is almost on top of the outside of the wall against which my bed rests on the inside, well...I'm only human. It wakes me up every damned morning.
On the upside, if the irresponsible humans who have done nothing to train their critter friends and generally ignore them leave the dogs out during the day, they let me know when anyone has come down the driveway, so it's much more difficult for people to sneak up on Casa de Crazy. I do try to find the good in things. Woof.
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After race week, I'm going to Ohio with the kids to camp and hang out with friends and not do much of anything. I lam looking forward to simply being in a place that I love with people that I love and no obligations to perform, vend, organize, or whatnot. First things first, getting through race week mostly intact.
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Next Saturday, Someone gets out of prison. He wants the opportunity to talk and work things out. I can't, in good conscience, deny him at least the opportunity...but if I am true to my feelings, true to myself, I can't give him false hope. My emotional heart's tired and not in it. Loneliness is no excuse to hurt another person, and I'm already hurting him with this ending.
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Autumn nears. If the crunchy brown leaves on the driveway aren't clue enough, today I hauled trash out and pottered in the garage for a little while and I didn't feel as if I was going to melt into a puddle after five minutes, and my clothing wasn't soaked with sweat. The mosquitoes are trying to convince me that it's still summertime, but it's a losing battle.
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A friend of mine did an adult activity book called 'Murica, and it's available on Amazon. It has caused me much laughter. Go check it out, and maybe order a copy - you'll likely find something in it to make you chortle, and you'll be helping an independent and truly marvelous person make ends meet.
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The Unpleasant Neighbor has many dogs. That's okay, I have many cats, I don't judge. However, several of her many dogs are quite vociferous. Especially when we exit casa de Crazy and try to enjoy our outdoor environs. Yarf. Yap. Bark. Woof. WoofwoofwoofwoofwoofWWWWOOOOOOOOOFFFFFF!!!!!
I try to ignore it, sometimes talk to it and try to reassure it that we're all good, try not to let it bother me, but when I am trying to sleep and it's before the sun is up and the kids let the dog into the yard as they leave for school and it barks incessantly and no one in their house wants to get up and let it in, and when that barking is done at the part of their fenced area that is almost on top of the outside of the wall against which my bed rests on the inside, well...I'm only human. It wakes me up every damned morning.
On the upside, if the irresponsible humans who have done nothing to train their critter friends and generally ignore them leave the dogs out during the day, they let me know when anyone has come down the driveway, so it's much more difficult for people to sneak up on Casa de Crazy. I do try to find the good in things. Woof.
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This made me laugh entirely too hard. I neither know nor care if it's photoshopped. A laugh is a laugh.
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I learned a new crochet pattern. It's meant to be a peacock feather but I kind of modified it to be a leaf-ish thing. I'm thinking of making a shawl of a whole mess of them. First I have to make the whole mess of them, but I can do that while I ignore the TV of an evening. It's a tiny thing, really, but many tiny things can be made into big things, and I feel pretty chuffed about it.~~~~~
If you are on Facebook, check out the Bangor, Maine page. I adore it. If it were in the cards fro me to relocate to Bangor, Maine, that page would be one of the motivating factors. I could happily live in a place where even ONE of the officers has that kind of good humor.
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This song was stuck in my head today. Now it can be stuck in yours. Cyndi Lauper has some serious vocal chops and I respect the hell out of her talent.
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What're you up to, these days? Small or large, what's making you happy?
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I'm happy when you and I get to have time together to do stuff, even if it's a run to Sam's.
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