There was a very strange noise this morning. There was quiet, then another noise. It was fairly dark for some reason, I hit “snooze” and was woken up by what sounded like the upstairs neighbor showering for hours. I scrambled out of bed, very confused, to see what was wrong.
OH MY GOSH IT’S RAINING OUT.
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I had forgotten what that was like.
What do you get when you sign up for something that, I don’t know, approximately 75,000 people will be doing this year? ME READING THE MESSAGE BOARD. If I don’t finish tonight, so help me, I’ll be there everyday and not here and also NOT WRITING. I already have a headache, I’m totally confused, and feel compelled for no reason other than forum poster signatures to rush out and purchase cases of Red Bull.
I’ll be pouring myself a glass of wine and desperately trying to come up with a book plot tonight.
(Yes, this is because everyone else has a poster on their blog today)
www.overcaffeinated.net
Now, don’t go thinking that I have an idea or plot or main character or anything…that’s all secondary. I now have a DESK! I’ve never, I’m pretty excited about it. It’s just the right size and fits in the bedroom so I’m not bothering anyone else who works from home in this house.
Got my laptop on it, moved over my fancy speakers, put some “How to write a book” books out, how can great things not happen?
www.were-organized.com
It’s a good thing that I don’t type with my feet, or I’d be out of a job.
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Last night was fun. Things were fine. Unfortunately the green team took the game seriously. Shame on them. It was so silly. This lady, yes ME, got a triple and scored a run.
We only lost 6-3. In any event, we were all by my car drinking and having fun.
One man, a Mr. Brian something-or-other, decided to be a grouch and drive off by us real loud and fast like.
He ran over my foot.
Who DOES that? None of MY friends are the foot-running-over-type.
Don’t be so jealous that you turn to maiming. Shame on you.
The husband and I went out to Commons Ford Park today for a little hiking. It was almost cool enough to not be drenched in sweat. I think the time is close to venture out of doors and leave the treadmill behind. (Hallelujah, I hate that thing…) I’m going to be doing some reconnaissance work to find some good spots. Town Lake trails are nice enough, but sometimes I like to change it up.
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Final count on the Calendar of Depression:
There’s almost no where to go but up!
Read this : Nice.
I can never sum up an evening better than Snippy.
We are making friends in the funniest ways with this kickball thing. I couldn’t be happier that we did it. Every game goes by pretty quickly, but the Happy Hours go on and on. Makes sense to me.
That and, yes, since I have no job having something to actually do once a week is nice too.
I apparently am the only one that didn’t know this…don’t know why I’m even telling y’all.
They are having a “Grand Opening Celebration” this weekend…
MK informs me that is where one goes in high school to buy alcohol and they just say “you 21?” and then give it to you. Would have been good to know, 4 years ago…
www.theschoolbell.com
Mom tells me today, “I like reading Snippy’s blog better.”
Ouch.
Me: “But you’re my MOM.”
Mom: “But she does stuff.”
So: Anyone want to take me dancing? Or start a fight? Nah. I’ll get over it. Maybe.
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These are the things the Gables does with all that money I throw at them in rent:
(if you don’t know me, by “I”, I mean the man I’m married to that pays the bills)
www.bestapartmentsinaustin.com
Since I don’t have a dog, or lay on the grass around here, I think this is the biggest waste of money on the earth. I’ve seen places that have happy hours. COMPLIMENTARY ones. There’s a thought.
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