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Id Rather Be Blogging: Write a Blog Post

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Write a Blog Post. So what have YOU been up to lately? Well let's see. Since I last wrote, I have been uber-busy. Yesiree. busy, busy, busy. Okay, perhaps busy with a titch of lazy. Or, a tad busy with a more-than-admittable (okay, I know that is not a word). For anyone who cares, here's a rundown of July, August and the first half of September that seemed to rip past without me seeming to notice:. Now I don't have to feel guilty any more. Going to update more now. Definitely. I have to move all my craft.

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Id Rather Be Blogging: Aw, Shucks...

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I was reading my Yahoo mail the other day and came across an email that really made my day. I just love your blog! Aw, shucks, thanks. I've been a lurker for months, and this is the first time writing to you.". Well, that's always nice to hear. Keep up the great work; I really enjoy the chuckles you provide.". Gosh, you're making me blush now. Wow, what a nice surprise. Who the heck was this from, anyway? I look at the signature. All the best, Maureen. It's not like that name is popular. Love, Not Maureen.

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Id Rather Be Blogging: NOT An Old Fogie

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NOT An Old Fogie. I hope 2010 holds many great things for us all. As a new year begins, one cannot help but ponder the passage of time on a personal level. Yes, I realize I am getting. gak! I couldn't resist (like any good wife should). Pointing out his Old Fogie-ness yet again. "Um, honey, you DO know that Carly Rae Jepsen's 'Bucket Song' is sampling a very old song. He didn't answer. probably feigning selective deafness once more; another O.F. trait. Especially for married male O.Fs. Well perhaps it wo...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: The Fledgling

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Ahhhhhh. Finally. Home after another long workday. With the house to myself for awhile at least, I was looking forward to relaxing before the family came home for dinner. So I sat in my favorite recliner by the front window and put my feet up as the laptop booted. Outside, a commotion caught my eye. A blackbird was attacking another bird on the lawn; a tiny thing only capable of verbally berating it, until two more birds swooped into the fray and chased the bully blackbird away. Perhaps I was too. And as...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: A Penny Saved

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Erm is a penny SAVED, I guess. Well, it has begun. On Monday, retailers in Canada started the "rounding up / rounding down" to the nearest nickel; no more pennies will be used for cash transactions. Signs have been posted near registers: "Goodbye Penny". (Which, sadly, must be giving an awful inferiority complex to anyone NAMED Penny.). Some are making jewelry. Some are making art. I am making. um. so far? I'll figure out what I'm going to actually DO with them later. For now, I'll just enjoy the memorie...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: If I Only Had The Guts

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If I Only Had The Guts. I got the weirdest reaction at work Tuesday. When asked what I did on my holidays last week, I told my co-worker that I travelled hundreds of miles to meet a man I met on the Internet. Stopped her in her tracks. Her mouth dropped open, but words failed her. I was so tempted to regale her with a story of lust and daring. Man! If I only had the guts, I could have spun such. No one would believe it anyway. Or, as hubby would refer to it: "The Temple of Doom". Was beckoning daughter t...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas

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Twas Two Weeks Before Christmas. Twas the day of vacation, for me but not hubby. I wasn’t stirring, he awoke a bit grumpy. He showered and shaved, his routine am chore. As the covers I pulled up around me some more. I turned off the radio, nestled deeply in bed. While he left for work, a Monday to dread. For it was cold, a terrible freeze which can kill. Minus 41 with that dreaded wind chill. When out on the driveway there arose such a clatter. I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. 8220;Merry ...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: The Fonz and I

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The Fonz and I. Yes, I am a child of the Sixties. Which means I was a teen of the Seventies. Which also means I grew up watching "Happy Days". Which therefore means, at the tender age of 14, I fell in love with The Fonz. I watched that show every week, wishing desperately I was the coolest guy on earth's "main squeeze". I dreamt of holding tight onto his leather-clad torso as we peeled away into the sunset on his souped-up motorcycle. Instead, today HE hugged ME. Oh and kissed me. Twice. Thank you Fonzie...

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Id Rather Be Blogging: I Obviously Need Supervision

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I Obviously Need Supervision. While in Florida a few weeks back, I decided that even though I was alone, I had to visit both Disney World and the Wizarding World of Harry Potter. Since motion-sickness prevents me from trying most of the rides, I still was planning on walking about, picking up a few souvenirs and relaxing on the more docile attractions. Oh crappity crap crap! I texted daughter back home panicked that I was about to die. Or be horribly sick. SHE thought it was hilarious. Because I was alon...