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February 9, 2006
Meanwhile back at the funny farm...
I think I'll use that as a blog post title each time I return from my travels (which, btw, is only for a few days, and then I'm off like a dirty shirt again.)
So while you were missing me terribly, a few things have bubbled up to the surface of my darling brain and need to be set free. Let me first rewind the mental tape so I can begin where I want to and hopefully not forget any of it. ← ← :|: → → Okay, done.
First, a commercial break.
I've actually looked like that a couple of times. The first was after an evening of debauchery some years ago. I went from slinky sex kitten siren to, well, that's what I looked like when I woke up the next day. I am quite sure my Good morning my darling prince and come hither greeting lost a bit of its allure with that bulge protruding from the side of my cheek. (I realize that sounds obscene but you'll recover.) Needless to say, I paid dearly for my sins and spent that next afternoon in the dentist's chair having a tooth yanked out of me. The next time I looked like that was my last birthday, when the evening before was subdued and low-key and there wasn't a come hither party in sight. And as in the previous scenario, I had little choice but to ring up the dentist yet again, leading up to the eventual bonding with my dentist (no pun intended) for the remainder of the year.
Now that the commercial break is over, I want to gossip about some folks who pop in 'round these parts.
NOTE:
This part edited out due to late-breaking Piggy and Tazzy news. See here.
Love ya. Mean it.
Next on my list is the very handsome BLUE (Partial to Grey) -- also referred to as a swoon boy. He is. Don't get me wrong; BLUE and I go WAY BACK (giggle) and he knows (as well as his S/O) that I say those things in a purely innocent, sweet and kind way, not in the HUBBAHUBBA, I wanna jump you way. Anyhoo, when I returned to my homestead I found a package from his BLUEness containing the CD of his musical score. He's not only an amazing musician but also a superb writer. I love his typed notes too (inside joke: I'm naked also, in my mind, that is.) ;-)
The divine Ms. Zoe of My Boyfriend is a Twat is on a boob alert -- her readers are on boob alert also. Zoe found a lump in her breast and she's being a trooper about it all yet the rest of us -- well some of us -- aren't, and we're awaiting the results, hoping that no news is good news...
Joost! Where are you?
Kat, over at Kat's Stuff has been posting again... YAY! I guess that means she's finished with house painting -- for now.
Ted at Rocket Jones has posted chapters 8 and 9 (or was it 9 and 10?) of his novel. Can't wait to read them!
I really, really, really miss Al at Fulton Chain. He's only just gotten things straightened out with his online access since moving up to Albany. Write soon Al! Miss ya!
And last but not least, other than mentioning even MORE of you in this single blog post, I'd like to close with a piece from my personal ponder files. I recently sent 3 or 4 emails that have gone unresponded to... I'm a fairly patient person who will give you a week (at least) or more to respond. We're all busy. We all have multiple things to do in a given day. It's easy to fire back a Gee, I'd love to respond in greater detail but I'm a. on the toilet b. flossing c. having sex d. travelling e. being fired f. reading g. masturbating h. praying i. busybusybusy... I mean really. How difficult is it to respond to an email? You can easily copy/paste the above into an email and fire it off. For those who are truly tongue-tied, you can even respond by writing I don't want to exchange emails with you -- that'll get the message across quickly. Ya think? Sheesh.
And THAT concludes today's brain dust. winkywink.
Cindy
Comments
...."dusting my brain,"....now I'm begining to get the meaning. BTW, Cindy (that's you), I'm getting tired of having to re-input my name,Email,URL each time I submit a comment, even after enabling the "yes—Remember Me" button. Given, my comments aren't something to write home about. Nice chipmonk.
Brain matter deposited by: RONW on February 9, 2006 10:33 PM
nice chipmunk .. was it named alvin?
darn now I have to go sort through the listed email account in case it was me who didn't respond .. I only use it for the spam scrapers ...
Brain matter deposited by: sdy on February 10, 2006 4:16 AM
cheers for the words, cinders - i think i've started to worry myself stupid because said tit is hurting like buggery (am i allowed to use that sort of language here ? nevermind - you're a mercan so you wouldn't understand ;) ) but then, it is 'the time of the month'. it's weird having only one tit feeling sore - i feel slightly lop-sided.
now, ladies, get your boobies checked or i'll never read your blogs again.
Brain matter deposited by: zed on February 10, 2006 4:32 AM
*giggle-blush-giggle*
Brain matter deposited by: BLUE on February 10, 2006 9:04 AM
BLUE - thank you SO MUCH!!! I forgot to add that part!
Zoe - well you know I am worried... but like you wrote, no news is a good thing! You can say whatever you want here - I don't censor anyone unless it is nasty, etc.
What's a 'mercan' ????
Steve - *chuckle* -- Alvin :-) I know you're in the process of moving to Seattle - but it wasn't directed to you, btw. :-)
Ron - geez, I have to type MY name and email each time here also. I'll see what I can do (if anything) about it. You're the first person to mention it.
Brain matter deposited by: Cindy on February 10, 2006 9:16 AM
'mercan' = american. i don't think it's a derogatory word (is that the right word to use ?) - but if it is, then - SHIT! sorry.
Brain matter deposited by: zed on February 10, 2006 1:13 PM