What does it make me, if I got really excited about the time change, ’cause the clock in the kitchen now has the correct time? You know – ’cause it never got changed last time?
Lazy?
But aside from that, she's still completely normal
What does it make me, if I got really excited about the time change, ’cause the clock in the kitchen now has the correct time? You know – ’cause it never got changed last time?
Lazy?
It’s official! I am registered for BlogHer 2008 in San Francisco. Thank you, work bonus. I also went ahead and did my hotel, so no worries, even if I can’t find a roommate. But I went ahead and got the double beds.
Just in case someone loves me and wants to share the cost 😉
Can’t do the flights though, until they set the schedule, but it’ll probably be first flight out on Friday, and then an early evening flight out on Sunday. It’s only an hour’s flight for me.
Now if they could just update the bling so I could decorate around here…
Well, I went to the doctor for the followup visit yesterday. Finally.
The good news? No cancer.
Now, let’s see…
Another follow up in 3 months.
So, um, yeah. Remember how I said it was a choice between our anniversary and BlogHer? No longer the case.
I talked to Poe. He wants to take separate trips. Me to BlogHer in July, and him deep sea fishing in August. A trip he was invited to the day I brought this up to him. With tax money, this whole thing is doable – albeit incredibly panic inducing for me of the penny pinching fingers.
We’re going to do something low key like dinner for our anniversary.
Point is this: I’M GOING TO BLOGHER.
Now. Any readers who are going and don’t think I’m terribly annoying and maybe kinda maybe want to split a room? How’s that for a sentence…
I’d rather not pay full price for the room, and split with someone. But even that opportunity doesn’t come up, and I pay for the room all by my lonesome, ’cause no one loves me – doesn’t matter. Why?
‘CAUSE I’M GOING TO BLOGHER.
Here’s the thing.
I don’t know if Adam and Eve are going to be in Heaven or not… Scripture is a little unclear if they served God faithfully AFTER they got the boot from the garden.
But when I get there, I’m hunting her down and slapping her upside the back of the head.
This month’s “curse” was a really bad one.
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