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Were you wondering where Betsy R. and Dieselboi have been? Check for them (and a few new faces) right here. Welcome back, y’all. Or “welcome to your new incarnation,” more like.
OK, I haven’t wanted to say anything, but all of those junk mails I keep getting that say:
“you look really stupid wackymommy”
No, I don’t. I look really sassy! They look really stupid.
Do you love Yvonne even half as much as I do? No, I don’t think you do, because I love her THIS MUCH. Her obsession with bean dip and Rick Springfield (not in that order. I don’t think, anyway), her funny hubs and kids, especially her charming little kick-ass daughter. She is so damn sexy — all the time I’m thinking, honey. You are gorgeous! Go look in the mirror! Also, she takes superb photos. She needs a little lovin’ right now and frankly, so do I.
Plus we are Thyroid Sisters. And now, being older, I can one-up her: I have Other Troubles. (Is that vague enough? I’m sorry, but I cannot be specific. You can e me if you want all the grim details.)
She sez:
Dear You,
Ask me a question.
In doing so, you may help to unlock my brain and save me from this Blogpression. (Oh YES I DID.)
Love,
Me
I’m asking you — do the same for me, would you? Because I’m so sick and tired of being sick and tired.
wm
I think you can probably guess how I feel when I don’t post daily. Or five times daily. That I’ve disappointed you. Let you down. Left you longing for… something you’re not getting here.
Just know, I have several projects and ideas hanging fire.
my husband: “Maybe you should ask my dad what he thinks?” (My father-in-law, who is a fairly wise and all-knowing, practical and level-headed kind of guy.)
me: “No. Because he’ll say what he always says, ‘Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaance… no, no, no. No!’ Then he tears out what little is left of his hair.”
my husband: “And is he ever wrong?”
me: “No.” (Dammit, don’t people like that make you nuts?)
OK, must go. I have the following things to contemplate…
1) master’s degree? Should I go for it? If so, in what? (Am considering Library Media advanced degree.) (Yes, I know there are no jobs for librarians.) (Because I like books is why! Don’t you?)
2) A soon-to-be-six-year-old’s birthday party. It will involve… rocks. And chocolate cupcakes.
3) My constant clashing of heads with my 8-year-old. (Unlike my father-in-law, she is not always right.) (Nor am I.)
4) Haiku: Why does it exist?
5) Blogs: Will I ever be able to keep up with them again? How about just my own?
6) Book reviews: I need to write some.
7) My husband and one kid went to Denver for spring break. I stayed home with feverish other kid. Should I feel ripped off? No, am too exhausted.
8) It costs fifty bucks every time I fill up my gas tank. I used to coast into the gas station, give the guys two bucks in change and coast out. Ah, youth. Why have you forsaken me?
9) My granny: I never call her. (She never calls me, either, but she’s 87. I need to check on her.)
10) That’s it. Knitting is going well, writing is going not so well, my house is extremely clean after being home for almost a week with a sick kid.
You?
xxox
wm
Now, I had a post all planned for my Thursday 13 — Thirteen Fun Facts About Fannie Farmer. (Not Frances Farmer, Fannie.) (The cook.) (Who I’m teaching a Sunday School lesson about on Sunday? Yes, this Sunday. Help me, jeebus, because it involves cooking.) (And it’s Daylight Savings Time out in this part of the country, starting Sunday, which means Extra Challenges as far as me 1) finding my alarm clock 2) resetting it 3) paying attention to it so I can get out the damn door, deliver supplies to earlier classes, go to service, then teach.) (On a side note, since this whole graf is apparently side notes, I just committed to teaching next year, too. It’ll be fine, I’m sure. Third/fourth grade blended class again, with Wacky Girl as my trusty sidekick and student.)
Did I mention that I have my own office at work? With a door that locks? And two huge windows with a view? Bad thing: Everyone has a key to my office, and they come and go at will. Also, I have a conference table that it turns out is extremely popular. If my conference table were a girl, she’d be “That Girl,” y’know? The one everyone wants to take out for a drink? So it isn’t exactly “my” office, is what I’m saying, even though I have a desk in there, and the only key (as far as I know) to the locking cupboard.
Hmmm. The point is, I don’t really have the kind of job where you can surf the blogs at work. Unless I’m working at 10 at night or something, but even then, the custodians are working, and I would get so busted.
“A word after a word after a word is power.”
— Margaret Atwood, poet and novelist (b. 1939)
Ten more good reads:
I am doing the best I can (because she writes about sex toys and makes me laugh)
Sweetney (because she’s anti-V.D., in her own special way
Three Kid Circus (because I’m trying to get better at all this, too)
My Own Circle of Confusion (I can always relate)
The Life of Riley (cuz I love hearing about Olive. I heart Olive. All of you out there planning to name your babies “Olivia” should please consider “Olive”)
Sundry Mourning (baby!!!)
Phoood!!! (especially for Planet Nomad, that one)
Sean Slinsky (Holly’s Sean! That link is one of my favorite posts she’s ever written, by the by.) (When you start reading Nothing But Bonfires all the sudden you start throwing around phrases like “by the by.”)
Butterflies! (just wanted to see if you were paying attention)
Crazy Bob’s House of Random Thoughts (just because I said so)
All for today!
ta-ta,
WM
Please keep this in mind, would you, lil trolls and assclowns? And yes, I do have your “real” e-mail, even though you left a fake one.
Bye-bye, french fry.
WM
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