Give me a BREAK!!
I don't trust Obama. Don't think he's got "the right stuff", but I'll vote for him, because we don't have anyone else to vote FOR.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
And another thing, before bed
WHAT the hell is the point of the so-called "coverage" of the political goings on in this country? When I grew up journalists had pride in their work. They weren't nasty little finger smellers looking for a moment of embarrassment to splash across Americans' uncaring minds.
Give me a BREAK!!
I don't trust Obama. Don't think he's got "the right stuff", but I'll vote for him, because we don't have anyone else to vote FOR.
Give me a BREAK!!
I don't trust Obama. Don't think he's got "the right stuff", but I'll vote for him, because we don't have anyone else to vote FOR.
Hello.....ello......ello.....ello....
First time here, with you, and the same old same old for me with journaling.
A friend online, whom I've never met but am certain I will spend an eternity of lifetimes with, whom I shall call Blue (you know who you are), gave me an unspoken good enough reason to do this. She shared one entry on her blog with me, and I felt closer to her. That is a good thing. I like Blue and her husband, whom I shall call Lorie (you also know who you are) and am convinced that we somehow can be friends over the distance between us.
Today, what did I do? I did that awful, horrendous, terrifying and health risking thing.....cleaned my office. Only a little though, on the off chance that there would be an excuse to do anything else AT ALL.
My office contains the flotsam and jetsom of all the "work" I do, plus all my personal paper work, plus anything else I can't find a place for. It's not technically a mess, because I know where everything is, but it's not pretty to look at. It does have a certain fullness to it that is satisfying, however. Visitors who have been allowed to gaze over the top crust have often remarked "homey". I don't think this was a term of endearment for ME, but a reflection of how my office clutter makes them feel.
In all other things I'm usually organized. I need a certain amount of chaos to create. Controlled chaos. HAH! Dream on Mimi, dream on.
Tomorrow is a day with clients, one in particular. It'll be so nice to hit the weekend.
My daughter's dad, no longer my mate but a lifelong friend, called me The Pink Planner. I loved to plan everything. Was afraid I couldn't handle life as it came if I didn't rehearse it by planning ahead. Now, I am happy to have no plans.
Except the ones that pertain to getting out of this berg, and into a community where I am happy to live out the rest of my days. I've been wanting to leave where we are for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO damned long. I can taste the day I drive on out of here for the last time.
But more on that as we go along.
Today was a good day.
A friend online, whom I've never met but am certain I will spend an eternity of lifetimes with, whom I shall call Blue (you know who you are), gave me an unspoken good enough reason to do this. She shared one entry on her blog with me, and I felt closer to her. That is a good thing. I like Blue and her husband, whom I shall call Lorie (you also know who you are) and am convinced that we somehow can be friends over the distance between us.
Today, what did I do? I did that awful, horrendous, terrifying and health risking thing.....cleaned my office. Only a little though, on the off chance that there would be an excuse to do anything else AT ALL.
My office contains the flotsam and jetsom of all the "work" I do, plus all my personal paper work, plus anything else I can't find a place for. It's not technically a mess, because I know where everything is, but it's not pretty to look at. It does have a certain fullness to it that is satisfying, however. Visitors who have been allowed to gaze over the top crust have often remarked "homey". I don't think this was a term of endearment for ME, but a reflection of how my office clutter makes them feel.
In all other things I'm usually organized. I need a certain amount of chaos to create. Controlled chaos. HAH! Dream on Mimi, dream on.
Tomorrow is a day with clients, one in particular. It'll be so nice to hit the weekend.
My daughter's dad, no longer my mate but a lifelong friend, called me The Pink Planner. I loved to plan everything. Was afraid I couldn't handle life as it came if I didn't rehearse it by planning ahead. Now, I am happy to have no plans.
Except the ones that pertain to getting out of this berg, and into a community where I am happy to live out the rest of my days. I've been wanting to leave where we are for SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO damned long. I can taste the day I drive on out of here for the last time.
But more on that as we go along.
Today was a good day.
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