From now on can I just keep a twitter blog? Seriously, because life is currently unhinging it’s jaws and swallowing me whole, but I promise to twitter the whole way down.
I will now offer a brief summary, no need for thanks:
Was offered a full time position at local university. Really wanted to take it. After much agonizing, turned it down for family reasons. Re focused on current job, trying to get licensed and not killing the cherubs. Lap top was dying a slow painful death, so I chunked it out the window in the spirit of putting it out of misery. Now living through the desk top. Dropped $300 on cherub school uniforms and tore out the fireplace wall. Headed to Dr. right now, (if I ever get off my own blog), to explain I don’t work out enough, drink to much Diet Dr. Pepper and just can’t shake this sinus infection. That’s about it.
Do the whole Captain in the jaws of the crocodile thing from Peter Pan…put out your hands and feet and run in the middle of the air. That should work. Call me. Never mind, I’ll call you since you’ll be too busy running in the middle of the air. Besides, you’ll probably leave your cell phone in the belly of the crocodile so instead of hearing the tick tock of the clock to warn us of his coming, we’ll hear your cell phone ringing. Yeah yeah, I’m smoking crack.
Rae, you always make me laugh. Just call me Peter.
Sorry things are sideways and upside down right now but hopefully things will get better (if you quit chucking your life out the window that is). I think you need a new teapot. Isn’t that the answer to life- a shiny new teapot? If you get one, then way we can sing ‘When I get all worked up, hear me shout, just tip me over and pour me out’. Because we all get worked up sometimes… especially teapots. Hope your feeling cheery again soon.
THAT’S what we need to do (I knew I was somehow missing the answer), we just need to pour you out. That will make everything all better.
See, a twitter blog would also be AWESOME. People tend to write the freakiest things there because of the joy of not having to explain themselves, and I’ll bet even you could out-freak yourself! What a nutty conundrum though – university job or the nutjobs… wow, I don’t envy having to make that decision at ALL. Was there video of said chucking? You could make $10,000 on that AFV show. Especially if you dressed the cheubs like teapots.
The answer to everything is 42, or so I’ve been told. Sorry, I’ve been absent for so long Erika, I lost your URL and finally went back through everything and found it. Sounds like your life has turned every which way it could since I last read your blog. Keep breathing. I’ve found that if you can do that, everything seems to work out. Somehow.
And in a weird twist of fate, I was drinking a Diet Dr. Pepper when I relocated your blog a few days ago, as I am now while I type this up. I now fully understand your addiction.
You guys are great for lightening things up. Lexi, you kill me! Larry: hey! Good to hear from you. Ann, sorry I lost you’re comment, you are equally witty! Reva stay tuned for that Twitter blog. Rae, I’m putting you in charge of pouring me out. And I obviously like exclamation points today!