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I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at jacquelynn.fortner@gmail.com
Showing posts with label they can't all be weeners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label they can't all be weeners. Show all posts

Monday, January 19, 2009

Crack That Whip!

How I can manage to write anything on this dusty computer is beyond me, but since Dar is standing over me threatening to disown me if I don't post something, I fingered I would at least let ya'll know I'm alive.

I DO plan on posting more about our trip, and I've NOT decided to quit blogging.  I think I just tripped over a bump in the road to Blogsville.  I was traveling along my merry way, minding my own business, when the Unit Innocent Bystander came home last month and threw a verbal monkey wrench into my inner workings.  He had read a certain post in which I explained my aversion to orange extension cords and he expressed concern about my mental health, in a "Are you out of your fucking mind???" kinda way, which seems to have thrown me off kilter.  For some reason, I just don't want to write in front of him now.  If I sit down at my computer with him there, I feel like I'm sitting there nekkid as a jaybird now, with all my soft parts exposed for him to mock.  Kinda takes the wind out of my sails.  I don't like feeling vulnerable.

But, like I said-I do plan on getting back to my daily routine of birds, breakfast and blogging. I miss the feeling of accomplishment I get when I hit that publish post button, and the time I spend giggling over silly pictures as I search for a little something extra to throw in for your bloggy dessert.  And I miss looking forward to your comments-they are the icing on my bloggy cake.  I have come to terms with the fact that the IB will never be able to rely on my blog as a means of early retirement, but it still is important to ME, so I'm not going to let his ridiculing me shame me into giving up writing.  Just sayin'.

*smooches*