Friday, October 7, 2011

I smell cookies

Oh I am a suffering (insufferable?) woman.

If you are a woman - you probably understand.

Let's just say I feel unwell.

The VHM has just brought me a drink, however, and the girl - well, she made cookies! So I am finally being taken care of.  *sigh of contentment*

oh and Transformers Movie... so hurry hurry I must.





Dad Report:  Dad and I had a lengthy call today - I laid on the floor and felt woozy and spoke to him about rabbits - wondering how if we didn't have any large predators why we weren't over-run with rabbits.  Ok  ok, the conversation started with me talking about the different zombie we saw last night - I told him about the nurse with the chicken.  Dad said "chicken?" and I said "yes, her pet chicken" - He replied "I used to have a rabbit as a pet."  So we talked about rabbits - which led to the wondering above.  Which led to Dad saying that "rabbits are like pigeons, I had pigeons too."  I started talking about the pigeons from his lab at the college -- but he said "No I had pigeons much earlier" So we talked about pigeons - the flock he had as a child and the flock he had in the lab. Anyway - it was an enjoyable discussion over talk of the weather.  He seemed content today.


Word on the street is that the pictures got scanned - but they haven't been sent to me so I need to poke the girl a bit to get them on a flashdrive or up load them or well, something.  I must get them ready and back over to Zach for review so I can get them ordered. 

Random Pic of the Day:

November 2009 - wow wow wow.  So just two years ago.  Boy-o certainly has changed, stretched and grown - matured. Developed into an even more remarkable young man.  The kinda kid I really really enjoy. 


For instance, I found the following in the cupboard this afternoon.  Was cereal eating interupted? or is this in the case of an emergency need for cereal - spoons a-ready?






Fears and Anxieties: need to find the edge in my regular job. My spirit becomes dull there - I seek balance -

Sorry. I must go eat these now.




Tomorrow I will give you more --- mediocre poetry.

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