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still here
been hella busy though. Holidays kicked my booty. Will catch up this weekend.Thanks for keeping tabs. xx,me
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welcome back to the end of the year
It’s that time. It’s that time AGAIN, I mean. Isn’t it? Why do I not feel like shopping, decorating or baking? What shall we do about that? I think it’s because I’m still catching up from the weekend, where I did some awesome work with a group of women on personal power and transformation — which soulds like Magick but isn’t. It’s more about believing in yourself and knowing you are strong than about fairy dust and magic wands. Not about fairy dust at all, actually. Love, though. Lots of love. Anyway. Good weekend. Busy days ahead…
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cat lady
it has happened. I have three kittens on my lap or desk, one of them smells like litter box, no one is fessing up, and they will not stop purring. It’s a little kitten circus here. They think typing is for their entertainmentnm m, (ick. Now Ophelia and Delilah are fighting for lap space. And swatting each other’s tails. And — ew, stop that. Licking each other in inappropriate places. Sisters. (sigh). Whatcha gonna do? The kids love the kittens except when it’ time to clean the litter box. Why did I know this would happen? I was hopeful…oops, Stinky Norma Jean is back. Licking her paws. Sitting on my…
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what was i thinking? Part XXX
We got the kittenS (plural). Three of them. They think they own the place. In fact, they do own the place. This is what they look like right now, sleeping on top of a manuscript box in my office. On top of each other, as well. Because it was a buy one-get one free sale (seriously! They called it a “2 Fur” sale) at the shelter, I also got a budgie — a blue parakeet we named Jamaica. S/he was silent and woudn’t eat for the first 24 hours but now is fluttering around and chirping and eating and watching us from the corner of its eye. It’s just three…
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Happy T Day
Isn’t that pretty? Looks delicious. I can hardly wait to eat mine. We’re headed out to eat because we’re a bit on the overwhelmed side of the scale with the recuperation of The Man and early deadlines and such. We’re going out to eat pretty soon, and everyone gets to choose something different, whatever he or she wants to eat. A nice compromise for everyone. I am grateful that I don’t have to do the dishes. I also am grateful that I have the luxury of writing like this, these blogs, this computer, this house, this life. If you don’t want a total downer (harshing your high, in other words),…
