I've never actually researched this, but every time I eat liver, I feel terriffic the next day.  I wonder if there is any scientific reason. 

Okay, I know some of you are turning green at the very thought of liver.  Chances are you never had it prepared properly, and for half of you, just the knowledge that it's liver is enough to convince you that you don't like it.  But I swear, if you can aquire a taste for it...mmmmm.  There's nothing like breaded liver fried up with onions and butter and plain buttered toast.

You know how your body sometimes gets run down and you're just tired and sickly and stuff?  I'm tellin' ya, eat a healthy dose of liver and you'll feel like a million bucks! 

:)

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Self-Diagnosis:
The small white spots on my fingernails indicate a zinc deficiency.  One symptom of such a deficiency is Anemia, or low iron. 

Oh, I've found the answer!!!  Liver is very high in Iron.  The symptoms of iron deficiency are:

- Lack of energy, feeling tired and weakness.
- Pale skin on the lining of the eyes, the inner mouth, gums and the nails.
- Rapid and forceful heart beat.
- Low blood pressure with position change, from sitting to standing up.
- Finger nails become thin, brittle and white. They may grow abnormally and get a spoon-shaped appearance.
- Severe menstrual pain and bleeding.
- Tongue may become sore, smooth, shiny and reddened.
- Decreased appetite especially in children.
- Headache - frontal-
- Shortness of breath during exercise. (even during a simple exercise like walking)
- Brittle hair.
- Reduction in immunity and increased vulnerability to infection.
- A strong desire to eat nonfoods such as ice, paint or dirt. A condition called pica.
- Disturbed sleep.
- Abdominal pain.

This would explain my crazy complusion to eat paint chips!!!!  YAY!!  I prescribe a better diet.  Paint chips and pencil lead are definately OFF the menu from now on!

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Our trip to Grandma's house was perfectly uneventful.  We made it without problem and sat around visiting all evening.  Grandma still had a lot of the same toys that we used to play with as kids, so Leah was busy. 

Saturday, Leah and I got up around 8am and, since grandma goes out for a walk in the morning, went to the store to buy toothbrushes, since we forgot ours at home.  Then we went for breakfast in a tiny little deserted cafe on main street. 

After that, we went for a drive into Humboldt to visit my uncle and cousins.  Leah had a lot of fun playing with the kids and all the little kitties on their farm.  Uncle hasn't changed much at all.  He fried up some buffalo steaks for supper and they were SOOOO good!!  He gave me a bunch of buffalo meat to take home.

Sunday was Grandma's birthday.  I had bought some bacon-wrapped fillet mignon and a strawberry cheesecake.  So I made Grandma a nice dinner.  It was supposed to be a supper the night before, but we weren't around, so...dinner it was.  It was so nummy!! 

Then it was time to pack up and leave already.  Boy, it was a short weekend.  But I left with all kinds of food.  Grandma made three buckets of cookies for us (yikes!) Some strudel and cinnamon buns, hamburger, mushrooms, pies, jars of jams and jellies, soups, bread....yeeee!  My freezer is half full!  YAY GRANDMA!!

Then we drove back home again to our waiting puppy and our love starved cat.  Life is pretty much back to normal. 

My grandma is the coolest little old lady ever!!!

It's her 75th birthday this weekend.  Since Leah and I haven't seen her for about two years, I decided to take Saturday off work and drive up to Middle Lake to see her for the weekend and to be with her on her special day. 

I Remember:

• Walking to grandma's everyday for lunch


• Going shopping with Grandma every week


• Grandma taking my sister and I to church on Sundays


• The three of us going out for lunch at McDonalds after


• When there was only two pieces of cake, she'd let us have them and have none for herself.


• The tears that welled in her eyes as my sister and I would cut ours in half and we'd each give Grandma half of a piece.


• Our piggy banks that she would put money into so that we could buy something on a rainy day.


• She would never let us watch her put in her contact lenses because we made her nervous....heh.


• She would always ask us to stay overnight, and when we were scared, she would let us sleep in her bed.


• Home made popcorn balls, strudel, cabbage rolls and her stew that is so delicious it drives me nuts.  No one makes stew like that.


• Home remedies.  When our throats were sore, she would smear us with vics and other ointments and pin a towel around our necks so that it would stay warm. 


• Stealing a charm with the three monkeys on it so that I would always keep a small piece of childhood at grandma's house.


• Taking me to get my ears pierced.


• Teaching us about good and bad, lying and truth, sharing and compassion, empathy and the joys of life.


• Crying with us and laughing with us. 


• Darning and mending our clothes.


• Her little dolls that she decorates her bed with.


• Asking me what I want of hers when she dies, and telling her that I wanted the big, white, leather bound bible that she keeps on the desk in her room.


• How I grew from being shorter than her to towering over her 5 foot tall frame.


• Hearing the story about how she armour-all'd my uncle's motorcycle seat once.


• Her purely unconditional love.


• Her independance and strength.


• How she loved our beautiful long hair.


• Always being there with a helping hand when we needed her, because we really did need her, so much.


• The way she encouraged our strengths and talents.  She bought us our first musical instruments.


• How she cared enough about me to try to bribe me to quit smoking.


• All of the important things in life that she taught us from the wisdom found right in the center of her heart.  Things that no one else was there to teach us.


• Letting me move in with her and live with her for a year after I ran away from home.


• The feather pillow that she made for me on my 15th birthday, that I won't leave home overnight without. 


• The time the three of us went camping and grandma brought a jar of loonies that she had been saving.  She paid for the entire trip and three nights in a cabin with loonies.  We kept the jar in the oven for safe keeping.

This list is only a few of the amazing things that this woman did for us.  My Grandma is the soil that I planted my roots in.  It is only because of her that I've grown healthy and strong.  She is the single most important influence for me while growing up, and still today she touches everything I do.  If it weren't for her, I don't know what I would have done.  I thank God for her.  I wonder if she knows how much she means to me and how much she is loved. 

Some people call me the space cowboy.  Some call me the gangster of love.  Some people call me Maurice.  And some people call me an idiot.

For those of you who are low-brow enough to sling names in my blog, I'd appreciate it if you could bring yourself to walk a little straighter and stop dragging your knuckles on the ground.  It's embarrasing, really. 

Now, if people have something constructive to say, then by all means, say it and I will read your comments with a huge, goofy smile on my face whether they're good or bad.  This is my blog and it is filled with my thoughts, even if they are strange and unorthodox.  You don't need to agree with them.  You don't have to like them.  But, if you feel like you need to tell me that I'm being an idiot, then please try to defend your statement.  At least then, we have some knowledge of what the hell you are talking about and I can try to defend myself. 

If you can't explain the reason for your apparant need to belittle others, then I suggest looking into a mirror when you decide to embark upon the apparent joys of name calling.  That way, instead of having the fun and humor completely lost on the likes of someone like me, the euphoria can be experienced to the fullest by not one...but two people who have the ability to appreciate it.  You....and your reflection.

CHEERS!

Yeah, you got that right.  The weather this summer SUCKED!  I can't believe it's practically over and I can count the days, one on each finger, that I needed to stop off and grab a slurpee. 

I'm tired of the rain.  Sick of going camping and being wet all the time.  I hate not being able to wash my car because it's just gonna rain tomorrow anyhow.  Gloomy, cloudy days.  It's no wonder I'm so cranky!!!  So, a whole year under grey clouds.  Summer is looked forward to because finally...FINALLY those horrible clouds of winter disappear and we can see the blue, sun-filled skies, if only for a couple of months before horrible horrible winter sets in once again.  We've been cheated this year!!!

I'm going to rent a movie tonight.  And I'm getting a super greasy bucket of chicken.  Chicken makes everything better.

On Saturday night, the reason I couldn't make it to the Fire Dance was because I got to go see the final performance of Macbeth at Shakespeare on the Saskatchewan.  It was my birthday gift...glee!  It was the first time I've ever been there and it was AMAZING!!  Macbeth is my favourite.  So, we thoroughly enjoyed that and afterward, we all went to the Granada House for deep fried mushrooms...another favourite of mine.  We got served by a guy that looked like the villian from the 5th element.  He even had a ring with a little eyeball on it.  Creepily cool.

Almost nothing happened on Sunday.  We sat around watching movies and baking cookies until I got a craving for an Iced Cappacino.  So we ventured out to the Den where I bought my very first game book...JOY!  And then to Tim Hortons for my fix of "coffee flavoured beverage" that doesn't look or taste like coffee.  ??? 

After supper, I took Leah to see Garfield.  I'm not sure how I feel about that movie.  I suppose I'm lukewarm on it.  There were some funny parts, but the fact that the only time Leah's sweet laughter interrupted her constant complaining was during the end credits, kinda says it all.  Anyhow, that was our weekend.

Have a good Monday!!

Yesterday, I wrote my resignation letter.  I wanted to touch upon some of the reasons that made me decide to leave, but I didn't want to burn my bridges.  You never know who's help I might need in the future. 

So I wrote a nicely-worded letter of resignation.  I had it sitting in my desk all day, waiting for the right time to deliver it.  Every time I thought about it, my heart began to pound and my palms got sweaty.  I was so nervous.

Finally, 4:00 pm rolled around.  I couldn't put it off any longer.  It was time.  I took a deep breath and gathered my letter in my damp hands.  "After this", I told myself, "there's no turning back."  But I knew that this was right and that for me, the point of no return had long since passed.  So, I stood up and marched to my boss' office.  But there was no one there.  Lets make a hard thing harder, shall we?

I walked around the offices looking for my boss, but could not find her.  So, I left my letter by her keyboard with a note appologizing for not being able to do it in person. 

Half an hour later, I got an email from her that said that she respected my decision with a heavy heart.  She congratulated me for going for my dream and said that she thought I had a lot of ability.  It was so nice to receive a compliment like that, it almost made me cry. 

So, it's done.  All I have to do now is get my loan papers signed and put in my last two weeks at work.  I'm in the home stretch.  I know that for most of you, going to University is no big deal.  You've been there or are there now and it's probably not all it's cracked up to be.  But I can't tell you how exciting this is for me.  I thought that being a single mom would prevent me from doing anything with my future except get through it.  I never ever thought I'd have the opportunity or the ambition to actually do this.  It feels really good, even if it is a little scary.   There's just so much out there....I have to jump at it.  In a couple of weeks, my entire life is going to change and I've never looked forward to my future as much as I do now.

It has come from deep within the heart laden with burdens so heavy that it has long since sunk to the ocean floor.  There for the ages to scour it with sands and bury it deep with no sign of it's existance, save for the subtle shifting mound, as it beats laboriously within its dark and lonely prison. 

But no container is fashioned to last for such an extraordinary time, even one said to be as strong and robust as a human heart.  So one day the poison trapped within discovered a means of escape.  Slowly, it seeped out into the salty waters around it.  An inky cloud began to form over the small mound that continued to beat even still, and anything that came within the reach of those dark tendrils was relieved of its life and reduced to a withered husk.

And with the riddance of that impurity, something happened that was not forseen or expected.  That heart slowly began to rise from the cloudy decay.  The sand relinquished its hold and the poisonous cloud had dissipated enough so that it no longer had the strength to hold it captive.

Through the clear blue water, it was buoyantly delivered toward the sparkling sun kissed surface.  It rose for what seemed like forever and finally felt the ocean air as it broke through.  And as it floated and bobbed, basking in the sunshine, it healed its wound and was once again whole.  It becamse illuminated, as though trapping a slice of that life giving sunshine within it forever.

Without warning it was abruptly siezed.  Frenzied razor teeth sliced and punctured the poor, enduring heart.  Tainted by the corruption released into the waters, dead eyes seeing all yet seeing nothing.  The creature quickly devoured it.  Never again to see that sun, forever lost.  Its brilliance now becomes a part of a new heart.  One that beats fierce and free.  Having been weighted down as heavy as a tumor, released and healed only to be consumed.  Even hav ing been silenced, it lives on still, and fuels the future.

7:57 am.  My fingers fly over the keypad, expertly tapping the keys of the number I have etched into my brain.  The number that I have been dialing constantly for weeks.  The office doesn't open until 8:00 am, the voice informs me.  I am determined to get through today.  Damn phone.  I can't find the manual.  It's one of those fancy office phones that doesn't have a redial button. 

8:04 am.  I dial the number over and over again, each time I am rewarded with nothing but the busy signal.  There must be a redial button, somewhere!  But I can't figure it out.  My priorities are divided between frantically dialing the number and searching the internet for a phone manual with the hopes of discovering a redial button.

Finally, something happens.  The phone is ringing.  "Holy shit!" I exclaim before I realize I had even spoken.  I sit on hold for a time, listening to the radio through the earphone.  Occasionally, the line rings and I begin to sweat as I am forced to put my line on hold in order to answer the other one.  But, it was only the wrong number.  Relief washes through me as I hang up and hit the link button.  The tinny music drifts through once again and my heart slows.  I wait.

"Hello, Saskatchewan Student Loans.", the voice on the other end informs me.  I stutter and finally manage to spit out my request for the status of my loan application.  "Yes, here it is.  It's been processed."  It feels like three tons of bricks have just been lifted off my shoulders.  "You mean, I can go ahead and give my notice at work now?" I ask.  "If that's what you want to do." she tells me with a chuckle.  I think that she must be the nicest person in the whole world.  I thank her profusely before hanging up the phone.  I look up at the ceiling and whisper, "Whew." 

Now, all I have to do is write up my resignation.  I think I'll save that excitement for tomorrow.

I recently had a serious discussion with a friend.  I'm not saying that any of this actually happened, but It got me thinking pretty seriously.

Scenario:

You, your significant other, and your friend are all out for an evening.  You get up and go to the bathroom.  When you come back, you sense that things are a little strained between present company and for some reason, the evening ends early.  Later that night, you find out that your friend made a blatantly forward pass at your sweetie.  Would you be offended by this?

Some say no.  No, you're not my property and the only reason I would have any emotion whatsoever on the subject would be because the "assaultee" was upset about it. 

I say that's a steaming load of crap.  If that person was really your friend in the first place, they knew that you two were in a relationship and should have known better than to make a pass at your girl/guy.  Your friend was effectively trying to take something for his/herself and therefore, take it away from you.  How can you not be offended by this?  Wouldn't this be the type of action that would cause you to seriously re-evaluate your friendhship with this person?  

Lets flip the coin.  What if your sweetie were the transgressor?  What if he/she caused the infraction and it was your friend that was upset about it.  Worse, what if your friend wasn't upset about it?  What if everyone involved was having a great time with it.  Except for you, of course, since you have played no part in this episode.  What would your feelings be then?  Would you be offended in that case?  If so, why?  It would be exactly the same scenario in principal, wouldn't it?  You don't own anyone, so why should you have anything to say about it?  Shouldn't you just continue in your happy happy relationship and not question anything that just happened?  I don't think so. 

Why would your sweetie do something like that?  Lets evaluate. 

1) He/she is no longer interested in their current relationship and is looking for something other than what you can offer them. 

2)  He/she is trying to hurt you. 

3) He/she is disregarding any feelings that you may have on the subject in exchange for a cheap, meaningless thrill.

So basically, I think that this would be adequate grounds to analyze your relationship and make some changes since your partner does not seem content in the situation they find themselves in.  Not only that, but they either don't care much about your reactions or feelings or they do and are attempting to inject negativity.  Any way you look at it, it's a bad bad situation, and maybe a relationship is not what your partner wants or needs.  Perhaps a scenario like that is not what you would want or need either.

So to those who say, "nobody owns anybody, why should I have anything to say about it?", I say that I'm surprised at such a narrow view of the situation.  It's not about owning anything.  It's about consideration for people you claim to care about.  I guess it's also about what qualities you consider a friend to have and what qualities you want your partner to see in you.  It's about how you percieve a relationship and what you think it should consist of.  Actions speak louder than words.

So, that's the way I feel about the subject.  I'm just wondering if that's the way I SHOULD feel about it.

They say that this birthday carries a lot more baggage for women than it does for men.  I thought that I hated today, but I've been doing a lot of thinking about it.  How could I not?

Today symbolizes the death of one decade and the beginning of another.  As much as I look forward to the future, sometimes I hate to admit that the present of yesterday is now the past of today.  Even so, I am unable to look back with regret or ill feelings. 

I smile at my reflection and take inventory of the tiny wrinkles that magically appear at the corner of my eyes.  I count two grey hairs that I somehow resist the urge to pluck.  Only two, since I haven't the heart to look for more.  But, when I look into my own eyes, I see contentment there.  Each emerging line, each grey hair, however many there really are, has been well earned so far. 

My life has progressed in such a delightfully surprising way that I am content with the well spent hours, days and years.  Time past, yes, but richly lived.  Even so, it is not enough.

I know that there are worse things that can happen to you than having another birthday.  Like not having another birthday.  I think that I still have so much to do that there can not possibly be enough years left to see me through.  This is my only worry, and perhaps the reason why I am so reluctant to see another year pass, no matter how well it was spent.  Is it wrong to be so greedy for life? 

Perhaps in another decade, the regrets of an aging person will surface, but until then, I only look forward to tomorrow and all the amazing things that I plan to encounter along the way.

Maybe this isn't so bad after all.  But if any one of you calls me old, or labels me as a cougar, I'm going break you with my kung fu.  

Well, my daughter and I built Jake's doghouse this weekend.  Sorry to John, whos movie night I missed.  Leah and I decided to get a jump start on priming the wood.  It was fun, and at the end of it all, I had a primed 4 year old.  Getting it all off was fun too...heh.

The construction went well.  I managed to score some free primer and paint from Habitat.  I went to co-op and asked for a vial of tint since Leah wanted to paint the house red.  They were nice enough to give it to me for free.  However, there wasn't enough to turn the paint red.  It's pink.  I hate pink.  Such a stupid, girly, happy colour.  Jake would hang himself with his leash if I painted it pink.  It's bad enough the inside is pink because of the foam insulation.  That'll change once I get something to cover it with.  So, I'll get more tint tonight and hopefully we'll get it right this time...heh.

Anyhow, at least the poor puppy has a house now.  I even shingled it...(grin).  I'm a big girl now.

Latest student loan news:

Well, they received my application and so far everything looks good.  They're waiting on a credit check, which has me a bit worried.  I don't have horrible credit or anything, but there was this one time about a year ago...well, there's a tiny blemish.  I hope it's not enough to put the kybosh on the entire thing.  So, I'm chewing my fingernails now.

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Friday the 13th.  My lucky day. 

After throwing salt in the four directions in my house, annointing the horse shoe over the door with fur from my black cat dipped in essential oil, reciting incantations at every window and burning incense to cleanse the house, I was ready for work.  Hehehe...just kidding.

My puppy is sick, so during the night, he did some annointing of his own.  Good thing I got up early today so I had time to disinfect everything before work.  That did wonders for my upset tummy.   

I should buy a lottery ticket today.

Day 3 - battling the flu.

I'm so bitchy it's not even funny. 

People have begun to distance themselves from me.  It's strange, but I don't mind.  It'll increase the odds of my still having friends when this is all over. 

I've decided that I'm not going to the Ex this year.  Not because I don't want to, but because I'm so pissed off right now, there's no way I'd have fun.  It's not like I'm upset with anything in particular, I just feel so crappy, I'm like a bear with a thorn in her paw and a cub gnawing on her ear. 

The last three days have been...Can't eat, Can't sleep, make sure you go to work because the boss thinks taking 8 sick days a year is too much, even if you are a single parent.  I should just take em all and then quit in a couple of weeks.

Just thought I'd throw out this warnin' to everyone.  In case you're expecting the happy happy Michelle....you'll be disappointed.

I'm reading a book, titled "The Dream Giver", that was lent to me by one of my new co-workers.

It's about a nobody named Ordinary who has always lived in the town of Familiar.  One day Ordinary was given a big dream by the Dream Giver.  The dream came with a white feather.  He wanted to become a somebody and was not content to be a Nobody anymore, like most nobodys were.

Ordinary spoke with his father, who had also had a big dream once, but he didn't want to persue it until the time was right.  He had waited so long that his feather turned to dust and his dream was gone.  After hearing this sad story, Ordinary decided to persue his dream, but he didn't tell many people what it was.  It was such a big dream, he was afraid that everyone would laugh at him to even think that he could achieve it.

The story goes on to describe how he stepped through the wall of fear and out of his comfort zone.  It told about how other nobodies tried to stop him, how he began to have doubts about his ability to achieve the dream, and how the journey was so hard and lonely that he even gave up.  Then he met Faith.

I find it very interesting that this book would "fall into my lap" at this point in my life.  If you believe in omens and signs, which I do, then perhaps someone thought I needed a little encouragement.  I'm enjoying this story very much and I'm finding it incredibly inspirational and motivating.  I think I must be doing the right thing.

Well, after subtracting my costs, I made just over $100.00 on the yard sale.  And, my house is much more manageable now.  For $100.00, I think we can build Jake a pretty nice dog house.  Maybe it'll even cover the cost of a heating lamp for the inside.  Winters get cold.  Leah wants to paint it pink and red, since those are her favourite colours.  I told her we'll make it like a Snoopy house and paint the outside red with pink inside.  She liked that idea.

I think that somehow through the course of the day, through the fault of my gullability as well as my desire to help someone out, I ended up with a hot bike.  Well, the guy looked like he really needed a hand, so I guess I'll just call the police and turn in the bike.  Just another day in the hood is all.

I sold almost all of Leah's baby stuff, which is going to make my shed a lot less cluttered.  Of course I did keep some stuff for Curt & Caitilin, 'cause they're gonna need it. 

Anyhow, Sunday was cold and drizzly and crappy.  I tried to keep my spirits up with coffee and a good book, but the thing with the bike and the chilly gray day did it's work, and by the end of it all, I was at the end of my rope.  I was exhausted.  I had a good friend come over while I was tearing down the tarps, and help me load everything left over into the car so I could take it to Sally Ann today, and watch Leah while I had a hot bath. 

I went to bed early but did not sleep well.  So, I have no doubt that today will be a long one. 

Hi everyone,

I decided to have my yard sale this Sunday.  That's right, Sunday only.  

I have some items that particular people might find useful. 

Lots of computer equipment.  It's mostly older stuff, but I do have a good ATX case, 3.6gb Quantum HDD, A couple of AT keyboards, an old 14" monitor, Complete P200MMX.  There is other stuff too.  Everything works. 

I also am selling Leah's old baby stuff if anyone is interested...hehehe.  High chair, stroller, portable playpen, Seat for the back of the bike, etc...tons of baby clothes and toys.

So, if you want my address or anything, email me at reef@sasktel.net

Have a good one!!

Living in the hood. 

My God!  Whatever possessed me to think that living in the ghetto would be a good idea?  I've lived there for just over two years now.  So far, I have had my car stereo stolen and I've had to replace both side windows and the windshield in my truck.  What did I learn?  Never leave valuables in your vehicle, and if you lock your doors, they'll only smash your windows to get in.  I've had stuff stolen from the back of the truck and I've also had my car rifled through.

One day Leah and I went outside and found that someone had stolen both of her swings off of her swing set.  I've had both screen doors vandalized, my screen on my kitchen window removed and broken, and a basement window smashed in an attempted break in.

I've had people beg me for money.  Come to my door, start a conversation through the screen and ask to be let in.  Then look at me funny when I said no.  Ask me for rides.  I've had people try to pick me up on the street as I walk from my car to my yard.  I've even had to chase a guy out of my yard once.  He was all drugged up and was apparantly looking for his car.  I've watched johns pick up hookers at the Fas Gas on the corner.  I've had the police at my house three times so far.  The building across the street from me burned down because of drunk people living there.  A guy died just outside of it on the ground in front.  There is a halfway house on my corner.  I have my basement windows double barred.

An old lady was murdered in my house before I moved into it.  It remains unsolved.  My fence was burned down, also before I moved in.  The charred posts are still there.  I've watched a little baby, barely able to walk, chase a kitty down the entire block, into the street and then into a neighbours yard without a parent around anywhere.  I hear people outside partying and fighting at all hours of the night and have called the police on more than one occasion.  Once we saw a guy lying in the street with another guy standing over him.  We found out that a car hit him and didn't stop.  I've had people stand in front of my car, refusing to let me pass, for no reason at all.

And to top it off, you must always wear shoes outside at all times  in case of disgarded needles and glass.  Just after Christmas, I was taking out the trash and found the handle of a large kitchen knife, covered with brown stuff, sticking out of the snowbank in front of my back gate.  I called the police and they took it away.

I don't know what I've been thinking.  Only three more years left until the house is mine, and then I can sell it and move to Sutherland.  (GLEE).

I love going to yard sales.  You can really find some great stuff at them.  But now that I have so much wonderful crap, I no longer seem to have room for myself and my daughter in our tiny little house..  So, I'm thinking I'm gonna have to have a yard sale of my own this weekend.  I found some useful tips from "The Onion".

OH MY GOD!!!

I just sat here and wrote PARAGRAPHS, and I inserted a smiley face and it wiped the WHOLE THING OUT!!!

I'm SUPER pissed!!!

No blog.  Not now...Maybe not even tomorrow.  (fuming mad)