For real though.
Remember my spooky ghost story? Well... I have not seen her since.
But I still think she messes with me.
Little things.... Lights on, microwave beeping, toys singing of their own volition. Very rare occurences, and nothing dangerous like say, leaving the iron on.
The most annoying?
I am having to replace light bulbs constantly. Even the "duration" bulbs, supposedly lasting years, last only weeks in my house. Today, it was the basement stairwell. I flipped the switch, the bulb went poof, blacked out.
Superstitious?
Hell if I know. Maybe my electrician didn't know what the hell he was doing. Either way, I am constantly having replace bulbs. I am open to logical explanation, of course. In fact, I invite one...
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So there was a mini-meet in Chattanooga this past weekend, and all Vdaddy wants to post is a pic of a cannon?
I know. I know. My appreciation for American History is ever-growing, as I've been keeping company with a Jeopardy candidate, who makes geek look good, but shames my historical knowledge, and insists upon having blogmeets at historical points of interest.
Is it any wonder there was such a poor turn-out? Jeez, people, we would have fed you at the City Diner afterward. All the greasy fries and Fred Flintstone sized pieces of cake you could handle. Then, maybe, if everyone behaved...the zoo. (Well, that is, if we could have successfully diverted Vman's attention from Krystal headquarters, which was of particular interest to him.)
Anyway, here's the Chattanooga '07 meet pic:
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Today, the word "recently" on my sidebar comes into question.
To think, I really and truly was 29 when I began blogging. When I turned 30, I mourned, threw a pity party, then got over myself, eventually added "recently" to the sidebar.
The next year, it didn't feel like a huge leap. And last year, heh, no big, had bigger fish to fry.
Today...at 33, I'm just surprised I'm still blogging, if pseudo even.
As for "recently 29"?? I'll take it down next year. Promise!!
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[Not really a belated thought, more a technical delay, due to a Munuvian "fruitcake" error.]
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The dirt.
The gossip.
The Jerry Springfield version. (Okay, maybe not that interesting. Unless, of course, this post attracts a trolling ex.)
Are Vman and I dating or not?
Yes.
No.
Yes.
No.
Yes!
We've hit a few hurdles:
1. One of us - no names - is not a Jawja blogger, and is, in fact, living 400 miles from the other.
2. One of us - no names - is 17 years younger than the other.
3. One of us - no names - is known for occasional escapism/brain marination.
4. One of us - no names - has an ex that is A) not okay with the idea, and B) somewhat unstable.
5. One of us - no names - is a romantic idealist and is not okay with four major hurdles.
Why are you just now hearing about this? Because, dammit, we are very private people, who have been in desperate search of solid ground, and admittedly, although we love some of you people immensely, we can be very selfish with our alone time.
Why are we telling you now? Because even we, with the heavily lidded blind eyes, can only ignore speculation for so long. Besides, we are getting hitched in Vegas next weekend, and we feel obligated to invite the cream of the blogworld crop.
Really? Uh no. Just wanted to see if you were paying attention. Really, we have a bunch of deep, enviable feelings, with which we won't gross you out, but suffice it to say, it didn't take much negotiating to talk me into giving up the putrid world of online dating in favor of retiring the on-again, off-again.
Apparently chivalry is not dead in Velociworld, as its gracious host has personally guaranteed the defeat of at least two of the four hurdles. One of the four is not physiologically possible, and the remainder, while not impossible, is nearso, and would take massive doses of potent bud to tame.
Therefore, we are committed with two, and are hoping to get by with a little help from our friends. (Yes, that be you misfits.)
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Big way ugly bug,
Invader of my abode,
Screeching and drunken...
Big, big, ugly bug -
The size of a hummingbird...
What the fuc*k is it?
*Edited, because the makers of the blue intimacy enhancement supplement were overly attracted to the word in its raw form.
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If I LIKE what you have
to say, I'll even respond.
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