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Amending the 101…

I'm not entirely sure how to sum up the last seven days of my life.   It feels a bit like teleporting.   At least, it feels like I'd imagine teleporting would be.   You know, you start in one place and then you feel yourself get all split apart and then all of a sudden you're in an entirely NEW and different place but are all together.   The latest, newest and biggest news is that the Gloeges have gone all "I Can't Believe We're Not Vegan".    And by that I mean we're not truly vegan because we ...

Ode to my cat who chews cords

Mimir goes by many names - Meer, Meemsy, Pooh Bear, Tiger Cat.   And then there is my personal favorite - Mimir Damnit - which is probably the name the cat is called more than any of the others.    Granted, in the past, calling the cat "Damnit" has gotten me in trouble.   Who can ever forget their first call by their child's teacher asking that you come in for a meeting.  And who can forget the ensuing discussion of your child's family tree whereupon you find a picture of an orange blob with the...

Overwhelming randomness…

The other day, Jason whined that my posts on Lifeinflux are not as random and fun as my posts used to be when I was on Livejournal. He said that random and fun were the reasons people read as opposed to, you know, my insightful observations and words of profound wisdom.  Mom, stop chuckling.  I HEAR YOU.   I reminded Jason that sharing crap in my head frequently scares people off.    Jason's reply was "but I love peanut cookies" which means that in Jason's opinion scaring people off is fun and...

The real meaning of love (and tolerance)

I don't think any other image sums up Drue's and Mimir's relationship as well as this one. Do I need to say more?

2009 – A Year in Review

On December 31, 2008, I was sitting at Office of Personnel Management, sending out 45,312 emails to GoLearn users who were on the system but not paying for their usage.    I was also dealing with two new hires that I regretted hiring about a week after they were brought on board.  But they were my hires and I was stuck with them and all the good, bad and ugly of my soul-sucking job.  I hadn't yet lost all hope and accepted that the only good was the fat paycheck so with great naivete and hope, I...

Driving the fifty…

When I was eight, I climbed into the hatchback of my aunt's and uncle's Civic and rode from Raleigh, North Carolina through Tennessee to Paragould, Arkansas.  We then headed north driving through countless states until arriving to spend a week at Yellowstone National Park.  From there we took off west, driving through Utah and Nevada.  We drove end to end through Cherry County, Nevada, 100 miles of nothing going 80 miles an hour.  I dipped my toes in rivers, streams, and creeks.   I learned to s...

My life of late… better know as insanity

I'm a chronic volunteer.   I cannot stand a need not getting done.  I'm Type-A, except when I'm not.  And then I'm so Type C you wonder where all that OCD, anal-retentive, I alphabetize my DVDs and color-coordinate my outfits to my underoos, dominant - and occasionally domineering - life is a project and I must manage it, personality goes.   Well, I'm here to give you the answer.  My Type-A personality goes to Madagascar.   Why Madagascar?   I don't know.  I just like saying "Madagascar".   But ...

Count your many blessings…

I know what you're doing right now... you're counting down from week one to two to three to um... six?    Yes, I know how to count and no, I did not bump my head and go into a coma for two weeks.  Nor did I contract swine flu and spend the last two weeks in bed (although lord-a-mercy the thought of two weeks in bed just sounds so good right now).    Weeks 4 and 5 are coming!   They are, in fact, being written right now, at this very minute, while you sit here reading about this week, week 6.  So...

A very merry un-aversary

Eleven years ago, Jason and I got hitched for better or worse in the Hillsborough courthouse in front of a jail cell by one Mr. Cleatus A. Marmaduke III.   He had bug eyes, wore a blue and white checked polyester suit and moved and talked like he existed in a vat of molasses (pronounced MOE-lasses for you uninitiated).    One of our witnesses made the comment that the setting and the justice of the peace looked like something out of a bad Southern movie you'd find on Lifetime.   I was roughly th...

Invasion of the Body Snatchers

I want to full-on, smooch all over the person who invented Tamiflu because without this little wonder drug, I wouldn't be posting at all.   Instead, I'd be cleaning up projectile vomit for the second night in a row and wishing I would just die and put myself out of my own misery.  But I'm leaping ahead of my entire week and starting with the ending.  While this is just like me, I figure if you're reading you want the entire recap and not just praise of my new H1N1-destroying wonder drug. Hone...