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Right now my heart is shredding in my chest. In time, I will understand that this too shall pass and then some other shit will start up. But right now I can’t focus on that, the pain is too intense. It is becoming clearer and clearer that it is no longer a question of if...
Dear Who ever is in Mountain View California doing Google site and cache searches of DRY Ink, Please delurk and let me know what ever the hell it is you are looking for. Maybe you think I’m witty and just like my style, or maybe you’re an ax murder plotting to come kill my entire...
I was around for one or two of the last times so I totally understand your concern.
Let’s just hope all it is is someone scoping out your inspiring life story to do a movie all about YOU–who do you want to play you in the film?
I am delurking to say it wasn’t me. And I wish I knew how to stalk people that well on the inraweb. Also, I wish I coud sew. And break dance.
Holy shit it is someone FROM Google, or at least that works at the headquarters. Damn it Google is stalking me!
MM, does Google do movies? We’ll have to see if Emily Procter is available.
Reva, I can do all that stuff and none of it is really exciting, cause I can’t fiddle none.
Isn’t that how you’re supposed to look someone up- by being sneaky and hacking into blogs? That’s how I got your info *wink, wink*.
Today we rode bikes to school, as we do most days. I, because I was born with some sort of disorder that causes my brain to roll out of my ear in decision making situations, decided to ride the back way. Less traffic I thought. Stupid I am. It took way longer than expected, included...
Oh, honey. That does sound like a harrowing experience. But you’re a good mom for checking them out of school after that.
Today I have the day off. Tomorrow the cherubs start first and second grade, I have to work, and Jacob will continue welding school. Today I sit in my pj’s. Tomorrow I have clients and staffing and school meetings and dinner and laundry and arrgghh. Today I am wondering if I can successfully avoid any...
Woah…you guys start school early back there.
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...
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!
Hey, you are way too hard on yourself. Things get to be too much for everyone sometimes. What makes you think you were the special one who would never get overwhelmed. Give yourself a couple of days to process. You’re probably just freaking out cuz of all the freaking electricity in the air from Gustav. You’re like a cat. And it IS upsetting when people take all the damn pop-tarts. Hugs.
I got pop tarts! You just come out here and get one, and a hug while you are at it. We all have days like this, sometimes more than others. I have been feeling pretty overwhelmed lately myself. Thank goodness there were poptarts on my isle or else you wouldn’t have been the only one crying on isle 4. Take care girl!
Holy shit! Thanks everyone for all the really sweet comments and stuff, both in and out of this here intraweb. I’m now rolling in pop tarts and other sweets, both eatable and literary.