ATTENTION FOLLOWERS

I FOUND THE MISSING THUMB DRIVES!!!! I could not believe it. I had gone through boxes, drawers in the kitchen , bathroom, bedroom and living room. I looked under the seat of the car. And went through my pocketbooks. I was about to check the attic. And today I was headed to lunch with Tony and there wedged between the seat and the console were my thumb drives in there little blue case.

I don't have to try and recreate a work project from scratch. Yes I know it was months ago but shhhh.

I don't have to do my resume over from the last one I found a copy of from 2004.

I have those lost blogs I was working on and that story I was writing.

YAY ME.

Thanks for following. Hope your summer started off just as good this morning.

Everyone needs someone to stand by them..mp4

Can't remember

I am suffering from a serious case of CRS. I have been sitting here thinking of events in my life when they took place and who was there. I have this list going I am looking at it and I know there is like a 1/4 of it missing. That's a hunk. Does it mean more that I know I can't remember?

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I was hoping at this point that I would have some exciting news for you. I got bupkiss. The neighborhood kids are going to mow the lawn. I bought a can of Pringles to go with my sandwich and didn't eat the whole can. Though it does keep looking at me.

Against their will

Not that I don’t enjoy being single I do. I like the freedom that I have and the fact that I can up and go when I want to go. I don’t have to let someone know where I am going or when I will be home. I can cook what I want to eat for dinner and I don’t have to ask, “You ok with salmon?” I can pick the spot I want to go on vacation without a second thought about what someone else may think about a week in the woods or a trip to visit friends Texas. It is all up to me.
But some times I want to ask someone WHAT IN THE HELL IS WORNG WITH ME? I am not crazy. Ok I am a little crazy but nowhere near white dinner coat crazy. I am funny as hell and love to cook, eat and travel. I readily admit I am woefully bad about changing the oil in my car and when I feel like someone is not listening to me, really hearing me out I become a raving bitch.
But seriously what the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I get a date? I stopped tying them up. They wanted to press charges. For some reason the police tell me I can’t hold them against their will.