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2007-03-31

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Today is the first day I'll be posting at surrogate.wordpress.com

I'll continue to post here (tblog), at least for the time being, but alas, something has hit us hard here in the last few months. Last night I checked "users online" a few times and never saw more than a half dozen. And yesterday, I don't think I saw tblurt scroll even half a page all day. Shoutpost hasn't caught on yet, so I'm not sure what to do about that, but for now, I'll post there as well.

I see Marie Osmond is getting a divorce.

Marie Osmond? Is there no one who can stay married? Goodness. I've never been a fan, but I sure swallowed the hype... Pure, chaste... Oh and this is her second marriage... Guess I'd forgotten that. From what I understand, twenty years for a second one is pretty good.

Well this is about as exciting as the fact that Scotty's (actor James Doohan of Star Trek fame) remains are being blasted into space.

When I go, I want anything they can be use to be harvested out of me and then as far as I'm concerned, they can grind me up and till me into the ground as fertilizer - though, if any of you happen to be in charge of the process at that point, I'd just as soon not be spread into a beet field. To me, beets are proof that God can and does screw up - or that he is, in fact, vengeful after all.

Hell? For me, it would be finding out I have life eternal but must eat liver and beets every day; then, I'd be forced to wash it down with de-caf.

Bought a laser pointer at a dollar store Thursday. Oh my goodness. My cat, who thought chasing a twirled string was just about as much fun as the world could offer, is really digging chasing the little light all over the house - and what's really nice, is that it takes absolutely NO effort on my part. I can sit right here, for instance, and with a little aiming, can keep her running in circles for hours....

I don't of course. Two, three minutes at a time, tops. Don't want Roadie keeling over of a heart attack. What's really fun is that, once you stop, she turns into "Prowling Tiger" for twenty minutes, looking behind every piece of furniture, and under any horizontal surface trying to figure out where the thing went, ready to pounce; this, despite my efforts to have her understand the association between "strange red thing moving on floor" and the little bullet shaped laser.

I don't think she's as bright as I thought she was - but I like her.

Enjoy.


Be good to everyone.

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Hardcore_Pyro (2007-03-31)
I no likey da beets either. You wanna know why? Beets me. he-he. I know likey da the liver too.

Mary Mary Quite Contrary (2007-03-31)
I've heard about "Scotty" being "beamed up" too....Has anyone heard when that is supposed to happen? Little red light?? Where? Where? Where?!!

Hardcore_Pyro (2007-03-31)
I like running the light in circles then up the wall and the cat will make it half way up before gravity takes over....good times.

figjam (2007-03-31)
She's a little bit country. He's a little bit rock n' roll. Probably why it ended. Hard to say. Beets are the devil. Cats are awesome. Have fun with yours.

Elvenbeads (2007-03-31)
I think some marriages don't hold up as well when someone in them is seriously ill. I'm not saying it's a good reason to break up. It's just that kind if hardship can be a constant strain on a marriage. But I also know that there are some marriages that will make it no matter what. Some good ones, some bad. It's like life, I guess. ~Blessed Be

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