Best of Clinton County parade was yesterday. We (me, Dad and the Kids) tricked the van out to represent some of the projects we do throughout the year: AAUW book sale, Relay for Life. Kristen sat on the roof with the Salvation Army kettle. We taped a sign Bobby made to the hood of the van and rolled down Main Street dorking out in the name of ( Read more... )

Today while sitting at work listening to that (crappy) music they pipe in over the spreaker system, it occurred to me that there are roughly ten billion sappy songs in the world about the joys of "going home."

What I want to know is this: where are the songs about the joys of DELIBERATELY STAYING AWAY from "home"?

I am going to write one. I

'Coz I don't need an out to hide behind anymore. I *gasp* grew up. So.

. . . who hasn't written on LJ in many, many moons and feels it would be a good idea. (I'm bored, lol ( Read more... )

I know I haven't updated this thing in awhile, so here goes ( Read more... )

Honestly I thought I'd be asleep by now, but no, so I'll write ( Read more... )

I should not have watched 1408 on Sunday. It freaked me out so bad I had to have Biz stay the night last night so I could sleep. I scare easy; what can I say ( Read more... )

Started the nightly walking with Michelle today. Made it almost a mile, pushing my wheelchair. Go me.

Arthritis
(After the style of Langston Hughes)

At night again,
that nagging ache
That wakes me to whisper of rain.
****
Hughes Is

Short, sweet, simple,
like an apple
Off the tree.

-- Tif

Seroquel -- wonder drug of the millenium. Ask me about the FOY when I'm not busy doing some Homer Simpson-esque snoring over the keyboard.