I’m listening to The Cranberries, so the title has nothing to do with the blog… yet. For the record, I’m much better now. The baboon ass has quelled to little more than the ironic need for sex + none available, and I can handle that much better than being a walking reproductive billboard (well, sorta, since my tubes are tied… but whatever). Something funny, though, and it could be in my head (because what isn’t in my head these days?) but during that time of the month...
Let them eat cake… or chips… or cheese straws… or whatever happens to be in the kitchen at the time eight adults and six kids join the six people already living in my house during the weirdest snow storm I’ve seen since moving to NoVa six years ago. There’s nothing like “blowing your mind” at the beginning of December with your closest online friends, who are honestly more like family, and who leave you with an exploded house and a big grin on your very tired,...
No, not really, although I haven’t yet read my horrorscope for the week. I’m being optimistic here. The weekend lowdown… I had a brush with political “greatness,” and simultaneously with a very passionate man, while drinking Filt. Saturday, did fun and exciting things like… grocery shopping! And, I twisted and tied about 6 million shirts for a fall festival next weekend! Oh, then, I ate pierogies. Yum. Yesterday… ok, it started raining on Wednesday evening...
…but not. Its a short week, so I’m already behind. That’s cool, the weekend was totally worth it. We went to see my belly dance teacher’s troupe dance on Saturday and the kids were fairly impressed, which was cool. I was very impressed, of course. I’m still on a March high. I can’t explain it, but its there. But, its back to reality time and there is homework to do, papers to write, laundry to finish and appointments to keep. The SOTW is simply… httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETt65SA31-w Stick...
