Friday, 01 May 2009

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  Various and Sundry Thoughts, May 1, 2009.

  Various and Sundry Thoughts
  May 1, 2009. 
  
  In the words of the late, great Rich Mullins: "Hello, old friends." I notice that the blogosphere has been increasingly quiet. I am just as guilty of not blogging as most others. However, I've been a good girl and not been giving into Facebook Disease.  Rather, I've been struggling with health issues, and migraines and muscle viruses aside, I really just haven't had much to say. So, why blather on as I customarily do, just for the sake of putting out a blog entry?  I say this not because I think it is any great tragedy for those who frequent my blog, that I more than ever have not much to say. I do say it because I am perplexed and puzzled for my own sake because for me to be so quiet even in terms of private blog posts is a totally unnatural state of affairs which has caused me to deduce that I am probably moderately depressed (perimenopause and its physical symptoms as well as the natural grief of finally figuring out that I will not ever have biological children causing me to grieve very intensely. I don't talk about it with anyone. It hurts too much. Subject closed.)
  
  I digress. This is titled a "Various and Sundry Thoughts" post. I like the alliteration of "Randomized Rambles" much, much better, but I overuse it, so tonight (as the wind howls outside my window) I opt for what I have opted for.
  
  I am addicted to Balsamic Vinegar from Italy. I haven't eaten "normal" salad dressing in about three or four months, which has cut a substantial amount of fat out of my diet (I am still far too fond of butter on my toast and my mashed potatoes ). While every once in a great while I entertain fancies of slathering Wishbone Thousand Island dressing on my spinach, I have thus far resisted the temptation to even put it on the shopping list, let alone my salad. Hooray for me. I even like balsamic vinegar on my pasta.
  
  I'm supposed to be writing checks right now instead of sitting here enjoying myself, listening to jazz piano and sipping herbal tea in front of the computer. I am avoiding check writing. My handwriting is even more illegible than usual this week. But, write checks I must and shall do before ten this morning. Actually, it's not just the misery of having to rewrite my illegible checks that is causing me to procrastinate (not that I need much prodding to procrastinate...), it's that I can't decide what amount I should make out my cash withdrawal check for. I know! To most of you it's not a big, stinking deal, but I hate having to go back to the bank to make another withdrawal. As I am so absentminded from my pain meds sometimes, I don't carry a debit card because I think I would lose it. What a catastrophe that would be! However, I think I will get a debit card.
  
  The Patience Posse ™ has been after me since Thursday morning. In other words, I am severely patience impaired (I think it's the weather - an unbelievable rapid succession of a multitude of cold fronts and low pressure systems all packed into about 36 to 48 hours, causing migraine and fibromyalgia woes). Words came out of my mouth on Thursday that I didn't know I knew... In case there is a censor in the Loveable Land of Xanga, let's just say that "rockafritchastumpert" wouldn't cover things. ("Rockafritchastumpert" being a word I coined for expressing Extreme Patience Impairedness when I was five years old. I think I thought that it was what the villain in the old Penelope Pitstop cartoons was muttering under his breath. Ha. My pastor/confessor wants me to try replacing cuss words with the word "lettuce" which is supposed to make me stop and think.) I say, I think I had better go back to "rockafritchastumpert". It feels so much more satisfying rolling off my tongue... Anyway, I would hate to imagine what my pastor would think if I asked for a "Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato" sandwich at a church social function. ::snort!::
  
  I am horrendously behind on email. I want to throw rocks at my computer. Mea culpa. Forgive me for not answering you, if I've not answered you!
  
  Well, so much for such fun and games. I almost wish I wasn't paid up here at Xanga for the next couple of years. I think I need to just go back to journaling in my notebooks with real pens and real paper, or when my handwriting is too illegible, I should simply type things in a word processor. (I have forsaken Microsoft Word and Corel Word Perfect for Sun's Open Office. It works better than either, and... dig this.... it's free because it's open source software.)
  
  I think I'll go draw in my coloring books...
  
  Ta Ta For Now. Sorry this isn't an uplifting blog event. I just don't have it to give right now. Please know that I do pray for everyone who stops by. I'm surprised at how many of you there still are. Beats the heck out of me why!
  
  - Miss Chris
  
  
  
  

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