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The first few entries come from a private journal I have kept for a few years now. also home for my entries for 
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| Today is laundry day for grandpa. He is in his eighties. He comes and picks me up to go with him to help. He buys lunch I load the machines, I switch the machines. Half of the time he falls asleep in his chair. Then I fold everything but my brother in laws socks. (Let your imagination run as to why he dirties ten pair in a week and sends along no shorts or tshirts.) I decided to blog about this because the May before last grandma passed. It made me very aware of how easily things can change, and outlined for me in silver the things that have not. I think laundry day is a comfort to grandpa because it is one day where he doesn't have to focus on the changes. He is free to forget that May and imagine Grandma is waiting for him at home, until the clean clothes are loaded in the car. If you have had a loss try to find yourself a laundry day and let yourself have a little peace in that they are waiting for you in your true home. |
Trump really scares me. He acts like he's already turned America into a monarchy, or dictatorship. He is cutting aid to the poor so he can cut taxes for the rich. WHY in the hell did we reelect a felon that has been bankrupt more than five times?   Gracie Ginger Cuddlebug Supreme #internetfamouspup |
| I really shouldn't have but I took a short hop today because it was Leap Day. It was a mistake, I sprained my ankle and suffered severe rug burn.... |
| So between an under rated electrical panel and the creative and excessive use of extension cords, burning out the fuses was a forgone conclusion... |
| Short sighted, Short tempered, Shortly incarcerated? Trump.... |
| Excuse me? What? Whatcha doin? Typing... Who ya typing to? Myself? Do you mean Me? No, I am typing to Myself. Well, that leaves Me feeling sad. 27 words note ▼ |
| Andre's Banana bar party must include party games to be really fun though it can be over before midnight because my favorite way to ring in the new year is, drumroll please, snoring. I like to be in bed by ten otherwise I don't get in my thirteen hours of beauty sleep, god knows I need it. My crazy neighbors like to set off pipe bombs and shoot guns in the air. YEA NRA... not. There was one new year's party that involved an actual pink elephant, a chihuahua, and several gallon bottles of cheap rum. The elephant got massively drunk and threw up on the chihuahua. There was hay everywhere. As princess of the UNI-verse, Sophia, the chihuahua, banished the elephant and all other pink elephants from the universe for all of time. Time and space are easily warped during a new year celebration, it is all of the alcohol and pipebombs rupturing the space-time continuum. Prompt ▼ |
| prompt ▼ I'll be showing up dressed as a monarch butterfly. My dress has a skirt that looks like their wings. I also have a cape that looks like their wings. Of course given the temperature all of that will be covered by a camouflage coat five sizes too big for me. My favorite snacks for a party are chips and dip and make your own sandwich bars. For drinks the fruitier the better. I think of Andre's bar is basically like the TARDIS it is physically located wherever it is needed most. Oh and it is bigger on the inside. |
| I named my first computer sam after sam Beckett on quantum leap. That's how old I am. Sam was a pre-ibm computer that ran it's operating system off of one of the really old actually floppy floppy disks. Without its floppy disk it was a large paper weight. I had an extra floppy drive so I could save my files from word star the word processing program it came with. It took two files and two floppies to save my wip of the time at around 23000 words. I was getting close to needing a third floppy and a third file when I gave up on that story. Now my flash drive holds everything I have written in35 years plus the pictures from my family albums going back four generations. Technology, am I right? |
| The worst thing about candy that I can think of is the way it is going to give my mother-in-law's dog Charlie diabetes one day. You can almost audibly hear him scream Candy the moment it is brought in to the house. He loves root beer barrels and lemon drops, swedish fish are another favorite. Now before anyone jumps down my throat that we shouldn't be feeding him candy, the answer is that we don't. The little sucker can smell it in the package. If he can find and reach the candy he will feed himself. After the Halloween decimation of 2022 we have been forced to keep candy closed in the latching upper kitchen cabinets. We were worried for 24 hours that he had consumed enough chocolate to kill him. He hadn't but dear God the diarrhea was bad. That's it...candy. |
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