| DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID |
| PROFILE | GUESTBOOK | OLD | OLDER | OLDEST |
| First off, I would like to thank and give out smooches to those wonderful Diarylanders who left messages of comfort and encouragement in my book concerning the kidlet's depression. Those messages really do help. Thanks! She thinks the meds might be helping her already, but who knows. I'm just keeping a positive attitude, and watching her closely for any side effects. So far, I don't think anything untoward is going on. That's a good thing. ************************************** We're going to our very first anti-war demonstration tomorrow! Woo Hoo! Tonight we're going over to Michaels, to purchase sign-making equipment. Then we have to think up pithy sayings to put on our signs. This is going to be fun! ***************************************** I'm getting to be so old now. Seems I can't even stay up late on a Friday night, without physical repercussions the next day. So, sad... Last night, the kidlet and I ran all over town - Kinkos, video rental place, salad bar - B@rns & Nobel. I was getting sleepy so I hit *Bucks for a "Writers Chai". Caffeine. Yay! By the time we finally got home, it was almost 10 p.m. - I wasn't the least bit sleepy. Happily, my on-line buddies were in a chat room, so I joined them until 1:30 a.m. First of all, what is a middle-aged woman doing "chatting" into the wee hours? I dunno. I love these guys. They crack me up, and I learn so much from them - I can't help myself. At any rate, I was so tired all day. Just from staying up past midnight... What a lightweight! *************************************** Then, there was that space shuttle disaster. Damn. It is sad, and I do feel sorry for all the astronauts and their families. I do. But I can't seem to muster the feelings the media seem to want me to feel. Maybe I'm just disastered out. Maybe I've used up my allotment of worry and concern here in my own home - over my own kidlet. After the initial coverage this morning, I just stayed away from the networks, because there's just too much coverage of the thing going on in my opinion. **************************************** And in conclusion, I have a confession to make. Yes, I've been keeping a guilty secret for a while now. My secret is this: I have begun to appreciate Country Music. That was incredibly hard to write... I can't help myself. The "God, Guns, Drinkin' and Country" sentiments aside, I find most of it to be relaxing, simple, with easy lyrics to learn and sing along to - Why, last night, I even went so far as to purchase a Kenny Chesney CD! What's become of me? Where are my standards!!?? Is this a sign of the apocalypse????? |
Buh Bye! October 05, 2008 Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid One Last Bitchfest for the Road Get the Popcorn Ready I'm a Rich Ho-Bag |
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