Hey! See that little button over there in the sidebar? The one about Alzheimer’s? Did you know that you can click that to donate to my walk? You may remember that I found out after I signed up last year that the walk was actually a volleyball tournament, and so I did a walk here in Bittyburg. It wasn’t as successful as I would have hoped, but we ended up with like 4-6 weeks lead time, so we just bit our lip and went on with it. I got a phone call today from a lady who wants to organize a walk in conjunction with the volleyball tourney, and she wants me to help her! That’s great news, and I am excited already!! And unlike last year, I have plenty of lead time: my walk is October 13. And yeah, I expect you’ll hear a lot more about that in a few months.

Now that I have you checking out the sidebar, scroll on down a little bit, to where my picture used to be, and you’ll see that picture has been replaced with a flickr badge. I’ve been running a Self Portrait Sunday meme over on my photography blog, and the pictures on the badge are from that meme. Effective this Sunday, that meme will be held here, and I wanted to give you a few day’s notice so you could snap a picture of yourself between now and then.

You may recall that I said yesterday

Here’s an area where I am coming under more and more conviction. I just cannot get away from the fact that I am too involved in cyber-life to the detriment of my real life. Umm, I think I put it aptly this morning when I said “I am so busy writing that I’m not living.” My kids are suffering, as are my husband, my house, my skill sets and oh yeah, me.

and I am acting on that. There will be more pictures here as a result, and I hope that you enjoy that. I may or may not bring back the photo a day, you’ll know when it does or doesn’t show up.

Ok, I’ve got some stuff to do that doesn’t involve yammering on nor yet the flash drive, believe it or not. I actually need to get up from here. HA!

Why is it that the sicker I am, the more I need sleep but the harder it is to actually get it? I’m too hot, I’m too cold, my joints hurt, I can’t breathe through my nose but it’s running, my lips are chapped and here it is three in the at morning, and I am up surfing the internet, bored out of my mind and considering comparing car insurance on a policy that’s already cut throat cheap and paid up or watching a movie with headphones. I’ve been laying in bed tossing and turning for three stinking hours. It’s not pretty in here, people. I might be forced to clean something if I can’t get to sleep!

You know how Richard’s uncle, the Earl of Warwick was called the Kingmaker? Well, yesterday, I became the WordMaker. I coined two new terms that have taken hold among my little group of internet cronies.

1) ludicrosity
and
2) banning bandit

I’ll add these to my word belt, right there beside rankspank which I coined back in November.

That is all, you may now return to your machines.

I know you have days like this, you just move from one thing to another, and get things done. Today was such a day for me. Click, click, click. Check, check, check, and now I am ready for some down time, which I will enjoy in just a bit with some coffee and JPG magazine. But first I wanted to stop in and chat with you all.

I’ve been continuing to clean in the boys room this week, and only the closet is left. There’s not much to that, really, so I foresee moving on to the girls room this coming week. That will leave the living room and work area. Maybe by the time my birthday rolls around, this project will be complete, and I can order birthday invitations featuring Mr. Clean or something. Or maybe Goofy is more my style.

Ok. Magazine. Bed. I have another click check day ahead of me tomorrow, I hope!

I told my bff tonight that I really liked fruitcake, and it was clear from her reaction that she thought I was as nutty as one. She doesn’t like it at all. I tried explaining that she was wrong, that she clearly had never had my Grandmother’s fruitcake. Law, law, that fruitcake was so good! It was moist and full of nuts and so much candied fruit that it plainly qualified as an antioxidant, no pills needed. Words just fail to describe this delightful culinary goodness, but perhaps it will help explain it when I tell you that one year, that’s what I asked for for Christmas. She made it, too, and I kept it in the freezer, and surreptitiously served myself slices now and again while the kids were in bed. It lasted a couple of years that way. I even tried telling her that surely in heaven, her dad (who loved fruitcake) and I would get all the fruitcake, and she would be mad there becasue she would finaly know how good it was, but wouldn’t get to have any, for her fruitcake dissing down here below. She remained unimpressed, though.

So, what brought all this on? During the family gatherings after Grandmother passed, I mentioned that when Mama found her recipe books, I wanted the fruitcake recipe, and I talked (perhaps enthusiastically) about how much I enjoyed Grandmother’s fruitcake. My aunt said there was a little store she knew of that sold fruitcake around the holidays, and she would see if they had some. Then when we had our family Christmas on January 12th, she brought me a small cake of it. I finally cut it tonight, after one of the kids tried to throw it out. Ya’ll, it is good. It is not Grandmother’s fruitcake, as it doesn’t have quite as much fruit, but it is very, very close. And very, very good. So, umm, guess what I want for Christmas next year?

Here I am. I’m fine. I’ve just been doing other stuff. Like, umm, excavating my room. My side of the bed now looks like this:

And I did my side of the closet yesterday. I’ll have to go through the clothes at least once more, I think, and pare a bit more. And this morning I hauled an eyesore bookcase out of my room. Can I just say I am tired of living like I’m in a third world country? And will you understand that when I say that I mean I have so much stuff that it weighs me down and every task I undertake requires moving and organizing because there is just. too. much!

And good grief, when I die! My Grandmother had so little stuff, and it will still take us at least a solid week’s work to clear out her house. Scary to think how long it would take my kids to deal with my crap, yk?

I guess the big question for the day is this: will I or will I not do dh’s dresser and side of the closet?

yes, it’s true. Someone has lost their everlovin’ mind here, and I don’t know if it’s me or the VirginMobile website. I need to check something on my account, and I can’t get in. And since it will only tell me it can’t log me in when I ask it to email me a password … I don’t know which of us needs to be shot. I have tried a bazillion combinations, and it just hates me. Ok, two, but really, it’s all I can think of.

And which of these 14 secret questions did I pick??????? And, umm, what was the answer?

Yeah, I wrote it down. Somewhere.