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MyBlogLog

MyBlogLog

It should be interesting to see how this turns out. MyBlogLog is a Yahoo service for searching, tagging, and ranking blogs. I put this blog up and AlisonSews (better update that one, eh?) and have been exploring the various blog communities while the list is still small. They’re a little dicey about exactly what you get with the free version, but I’ll find out after my trial of the Pro version is done. It might be worth it if it drives some traffic over. Heck, extra traffic might be the incentive I need to sew.

Then again, so far it’s been enough of a time-waster that I have not only not sewn, but haven’t even gotten dressed. *sigh* Hubby reminds me that now I will be hitting the lunchtime rush at the mall when I go to pick up my corrected bifocals. Oh, well.

Great Grammarian in the Sky. . .

Great Grammarian in the Sky. . .

Forgive me my errors in the previous post, in which I railed about other people’s grammar. I was irate and sick. Now I’m less irate, but more sick. *Hack, cough, hack!* I’ll go back later and correct them and then pretend I never made them. Heh.

I woke up so late that I don’t want to take my (stuff that I take for ADD that I won’t name because I get enough cheap pharma spam as it is. . .) because I’ll be up until 1AM before it wears off. So, instead, I’m trying to knock some things off the to-do list. Watching me, you’d be confused as to why I’m wandering around the house with unrelated items in my hands, stopping in the doorway of one after another, shaking my head and turning back, and putting things down only to look for them moments later. If you were able to hear my thoughts, you’d understand. You see, I have to run errands, and as I write them down I remember the stores that are next to the ones I have to visit, which reminds me that I need to measure something or make a note for a later trip, so as I go to the room that contains the thing I actually need for what I was doing, I see the door that contains the thing I would need if I were going to do the other thing. This causes me to forget which room I wanted, what thing I needed, and what I was doing, but something in that room reminds me of something else I needed or was going to do, or inspires me to put yet another thing on my to-do list that I don’t have time for and sends me off around the house to see if I have everything I need to do THAT project, which eventually puts me face to face with the paper that I started working with in the first place. You betcha a day off my meds is all I need to remind me of why I take them.

So, I’m going to take a shower and get dressed and get out of this house with a list in hand. I don’t know if that’ll help, but you never know. When you wake up at 9:30 feeling stuffy and achey and swollen and spend the next couple of hours walking from place to place all over the house and have actually accomplished two things in two hours (which each took less than 5 minutes apiece) getting out of the house certainly won’t make things worse.

Missed Opportunity!

Missed Opportunity!

So sad. . .

Two well-dressed young Mormon fellows came to our door this afternoon. Unfortunately, I was on my way out the door to take Audrey to band rehearsal to engage in a meaningful dialogue with them.

So I simply said to them, “You’re at the wrong house.”

I wish I had had a camera to capture the looks of confusion.

I said, “No, really. This is not the right house for you. Have a nice day.”

I’m not sure they understood, but they made a good show of it.