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Winneshiek Wednesday 2007-03-07 17:10:00 Well, I feel just as friendly as ol' Big Bird today, you know? If it weren't for the snow and crap, I'd be leaning out the window just like him and saying hi to everyone!However, there ain't no windows where I am. So I just have to pretend.Before I begin, I do want to make some shout-outs to various folks on my blogroll. Maestro, if you please...*insert tympani drumroll HERE*Pointless Drivel is a songsmith...?Great pics from Hoss...Metahara is new on the blogroll - read all about her!Crystal tries Indian food, among other weekend experiences...Donuts, anyone? Anonymouscoworker will have some, thanks!ExEverything is very certain about taboo conversation topics...you go, girl!Izzati writes about unrequited love...Steve Novak is away for the week...great cartoon of him on his page, though. Don't make him mad or he'll stick a pen in your neck.In the real world - I think I'm finally comfortable at my job. Why?Because one of the team members came by looking for another person (I Read more:Wednesday
Singin' da Medicine Blues, and why I am never going to the hospital again 2007-03-09 15:38:00 First of all...don't freak out about the title. This is NOT about current hospital
ization, but rather...past hospitalizations.You see, I was sick yesterday. It wasn't bad, but it was enough to make me stay home. The thing with being bipolar is this: you sometimes have to be very careful with over the counter meds or even some prescription meds.Why?A little thing called "cross-reaction". It sucks.For example, steroids (esp. cortisone) can be bad business for BP patients. Steroids can trigger a feeling of being "hyper" in a regular person, but with BP, it's the equivalent of shoving a box of fizzies up one's a$$. You go to the moon, circle around it about 8 times, come back, and then binge on comfort food like there's no tomorrow. Oh, and of course, you can't sleep. That's the real sucky part. So if there's a need for steroids (e.g. asthma attacks, certain types of injuries/illnesses, etc) you have to confer with two separate doctors PLUS the pharmacist. In other words Read more:Singin
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As Promised - Le Wacko Carnivale Finale... 2007-03-11 06:10:00 The second half of the two-part saga will now begin.(sickie bags are provided by ushers if you wave them down...thank you, the management)Anyway...as promised, today's entry is all about the last time I went into the hospital. It was in December of 2002. I'd like to blame it all on the office holiday party (from when I worked for the Lizard), but really, there were many stressors. It was my first Christmas on my own in well over five years, Ed H. and I were going through divorce stuff, I was missing my family, I had (self-induced) money problems, and Doug couldn't get away to come visit for Christmas b/c he just came for Thanksgiving. The office holiday party was just the cherry on my sundae of psychiatric hell. To make a long story short, I was feeling really down, my co-workers didn't know how to deal with me, nobody at my table talked to me, the gift I brought for the stupid gift exchange didn't even get put with the rest of the gifts, and I was fed up. I left the party ear Read more:Wacko
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Murfreesboro Monday 2007-03-12 15:10:00 Thought for Today:"If power corrupts, being out of power corrupts absolutely." — Douglass Cater, American author and educator (1923-1995).Sudiegirl's response: If being out of power corrupts absolutely, being out of chocolate just adds the element of sheer, unadulterated hatred of all.First off...for the record, I'M OK! The past few days were a little weird as far as my entries were concerned, but I just felt like I needed to write about those things. I'm glad people found comfort and interest in what I wrote, but please don't fear. I'm still here.(If you're not cool with me being here, I guess it sucks to be you, huh?)Anyway...First order of business...it's GORRRRRRRRGEOUS weather so far! The weekend was glorious, and this week is rumored to be more of the same. Tip to all who are thinking about visiting this glorious area? The best time to come here is either spring or early fall. The summers can be beastly hot and humid. Yuck yuck yuck. However, if you like to swea Read more:Monday
Wednesday stuff, sniper reminiscences, and general good times...? 2006-05-31 14:43:00 Man severs penis to prove faithfulness(Well, at least he's got the stupidity factor covered.)Jolie-Pitt baby delivered by C-Section (Much as I love Brangelina, I really wonder why we have to know this? Do THEY want the general public to know this?)It’s the LAST day of MAY, folks.My nieces and nephew have their first day of “freedom” today. Not sure what they’ll do with it, but it’s not my problem these days. Har, har, har. So anyway, as usual, I’ve perused the headlines. Not that much caught my eye as far as smarty-pants comments were concerned (see above), but here are two other items that are worth mentioning.In the "Stake them in the ground, pour honey and red fire ants on them" department, a group of pedophiles in the Netherlands want to have their own political party. To quote directly the first sentence of the story: AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - Dutch pedophiles are launching a political party to push for a cut in the legal age for sexual relations to 12 from 16 and the leg Read more:Wednesday
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Mangled Monday 2006-04-17 16:08:00 Texas halts arrests of drunks in bars(It's always better to wait until they're puking in the parking lot anyway; they're a lot more repentant then.)Wild Turkey Released in Manhattan Park (Jeez...last week it was Mad Dog 20/20. Did somebody get a raise?) CEOs say how you treat a waiter can predict a lot about character(Not to mention where you sit in a restaurant)Gravel Launches Bid for Presidency in 2008 (in a related report, Cement and Blacktop also expressed interest in public offices. Tar could not be reached for comment, while Astro Turf accused all four of them of “pandering to special interest groups”.)Man Trading Up from Paper Clip to House (Gee...I've got some old staples and post-it notes...wonder if I could get a condo?)Passenger Detained Over Song Choice(Geez...what have you got against "Wind Beneath My Wings", besides the fact that it's a horrible song?)Woods apologizes for spaz reference at Masters(Furthermore, he stated that anyone who didn’t agree was either a Read more:Monday
Captain Obvious Saves The Day! 2007-03-13 18:23:00 OK - I'm NOT talking about the outrage I feel about the war...I think I've been pretty clear about my feelings on the subject. The article I've linked to is basically something that (at least to ME) seems pretty elementary. The headline?"Mental illness common in returning soldiers"Yep...it's right up there (which is where headlines should be...I learned something in my time at the junior high newspaper, you know). But the thing is, isn't it OBVIOUS that returning soldiers would be suffering from some form of mental illness? Come on. It's WAR, for God's sake, not a Tupperware party. You witness heinous things in war. You're separated from your loved ones. You're stuck in a different country with strange traditions, a language you can't understand, and going through extremes in every way. If you DIDN'T come out with a mental illness after all that, then I'd be surprised.I guess I get ticked at articles like this because they're stating the obvious, and this isn't givi Read more:Captain
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Love means never having to say "Put Down That Meatcleaver" 2007-03-14 12:58:00 I am already well aware that people will think I'm an insensitive Communist bedwetter for the opinion I am about to share. So be it. I've got my rubber sheets and my Manifesto ready to roll, so here we go.Let me preface this by saying that I read both Love Story and its sequel, Oliver's Story. I read the sequel first because I just did...when you're in the fifth or sixth grade you're inclined to be ignorant of literary etiquette and just read any damned thing you get your hands on.I read Love Story the summer I was preparing to start junior high. In the grand spectrum of things, I was probably at the right age to appreciate it. I knew just enough about sex to pass a health class. I wanted the kind of goopy, feisty, pre-fabricated love that Erich Segal captured on those pages. I wanted the "preppy" East Coast life to begin with, which was pretty scary. When I was twelve, I wanted a boy to love me just like Oliver loved Jenny. I wanted Ryan O'Neal to quote me poetry. I knew
doubts on a thursday 2007-03-15 16:10:00 Well, if you saw me this morning you'd think I was a Samsonite employee. Why?The bags under my eyes.Yep - my sleep cycles are screwed up six ways to Sunday. I'm not sure why other than it's delayed reaction from the accident PLUS I'm trolling for vampires PLUS I'm stressed about the imploding -er, impending - nuptials.I have to get copies of divorce papers from both dee-vorces (one in my home county and one from the county where Ed H. lives).I have to round up whatever family members of mine are attending said celebration. (So far, there are two, I think.)I have to work through the dread of D's parents coming to visit. I don't want to deal with them...they've caused him enough pain and I'm already cleaning up a lot of garbage. Don't want any more, thank you...reached my limit and that's it. They don't treat me a whole lot better than D, and I wonder if they view me as a Hester Prynne or Jezebel type. However, that would require them to give a shit about D, so I guess
From the "Grin and BEAR It" department... 2007-03-16 14:39:00 OK...I admit it...I do admire those folks who brave the elements and all that to take care of our animal neighbors. Really. I do.I mean, I can't keep plants alive (read yesterday's entry for clarification) and my cats are constantly doing horrible things to my furniture because I run out of their food too quickly, you'd think I'd be morally opposed.However, just because I recognize the importance and all that...it doesn't mean I have to be serious.Hell no.Let's take this, for example...there's a man out there named Mark Ternent. He manages bears...to quote the article:By the end of March, he (Ternent) will have visited some 30 bear dens around the state, tagging, weighing and taking the vital signs of hibernating mothers and their offspring as part of an effort to gauge the health and size of Pennsylvania's bruin population. As caretaker of the state's 15,000 black bears, Ternent must figure out the optimal ratio of bears to people. That number will determine how many bears
My god - you'd think I'd learn... 2007-03-19 18:16:00 OK - so - I got a wild hair (no pun intended) last night and set my hair in rollers. Now hear me out...I usually have pretty OK luck with foam rollers and stuff when I sleep on them wet. Usually.But last night, I decided I wanted spiral curls.Why?Because apparently I am an idiot.Oh, it started out well...I'm jammin' to Steely Dan's "Two Against Nature" CD while setting my titian (sp?) locks, and it didn't really take that long to do so. Once I was finished, I turned off the CD, went to the bedroom, read for a while and then went to sleep.This morning, I got up at 5:30 AM to take these lovely li'l rollers out. Once that was finished, the following sounds came from my throat..."JEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZUUUUUUSSSSSSSSSSSS!"I scared D to death with my screams."What what what?" he said, startled as can be."My HAIR!!!!! My F*****G HAIR!" Yes, my hair was REALLY bad. Not just "well, it's OK"...we're talking they should create sick days for this kind of disaster. We're talkin' "finge Read more:think
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enough emotion and bad hair angst...back in business 2007-03-22 13:13:00 Thought for Today: "El amor es fuego, pero con el no se cuece el puchero." (Love is a furnace, but it will not cook the stew.) — Spanish proverb.Sudiegirl's response: Well, thank God for microwaves, then...Well. It's Thursday. In an effort to return you all to your comfort zones and give you what you expect, I'm back in business. Remember, though...I share because I care. Maybe I care...TOO MUCH? Nah...Anyway...the weather is chilly here in DC right now, but it's expected to reach 71 degrees or so. That'd be nice to experience, eh? Cherry blossom season is comin' soon. That's the best time of year around these parts...I think I've said it before but that doesn't change my opinion. The parade leaves a little bit to be desired, but when the tidal basin is awash in pink and white, it just makes me quiver a smidge.So...current events thingies...Top of my list: JOHN EDWARDS. Yes, he is still a cutie patootie, but now add "decent guy" to the list.You know, I just keep h
Another marriage-love based thingie...sorry... 2007-03-21 13:22:00 I have to say, this cartoon is one I'm identifying with these days. And in a roundabout way, it relates to today's post. If you click on the link, you'll hurdle toward a USA Today article discussing men who adopt their new wife's last name. Apparently, this is supposedly a new phenomenon that signals an enlightened age for men in this country.Or something like that.As Shakespeare said, though..."What's in a name?"Names are often the subject of controversy...not just grade school recess taunts, but many other things. One case that's interesting (from the article) is about the man who filed a federal lawsuit against the state of California for making it difficult to change his surname to his wife's surname. This action has prompted the California legislature to work on a bill making name changes within marriage
easier for men AND women.This brings about a whole lump of thoughts about the importance of names. "Good names", "bad names", "making a name for yourself", "my name is Read more:sorry
Harlequin wants a real man...do they know what one IS? 2007-03-27 15:13:00 When I saw this item, I was intrigued.Tres tres intrigued, I was.Oh my...I was intrigued.OK, you get the idea.Let me explain my relationship to Harlequin
romance novels. I've read, maybe, two in my entire life. I am OK with this because I am honest with myself. Bear in mind, the two I read were read when I was in late grade school. In junior high, I graduated to Danielle Steel before giving up those suckers altogether in favor of sleazy celebrity biographies and regular fiction-type stuff.My sister read Harlequins when she was in junior high, and she gave up on them too. My mother is the die-hard romantic in the house, and the phrase we use to describe her books is "bodice buster".To further elaborate, bodice-busters are those paperback books available everywhere a book is sold. They feature hot looking men in muslin lace-up shirts and women in old-fashioned dresses with heaving, cleavage-showing chests. The "chest part" of a dress is generally called a "bodice", and they always Read more:wants
Monday...now with 25% more magnesium!!! 2007-03-26 13:59:00 Meet the newest member of the "Unlikely Sexy Guys" pantheon...Liev Schreiber.He's currently on Broadway in a revival of the 1988 show "Talk Radio", which sent Eric Bogosian into orbit.Now, he may look kinda creepy, but trust me, that's part of his appeal.But if I had it, I would insert an MP3 or WAV file of the man's voice. THAT'S the deal-sealer. Rowr. If you want to have the Liev experience your own bad self, rent/watch Jonathan Demme's re-make of "The Manchurian Candidate". Even as his brainwashed character gets jiggy with his mom, he still makes me yearn for what can happen in a sauna. (drool, drool, pant, pant...)So that's the first item on the agenda.Next, another coveted "Huh?" Award from Rancho Sudiegirl, makers of FerretWear...fashions for YOUR ferret.Subtitle: The "You Had Me, Then You Lost Me" departmentRecipient: Lisa Nowak, lovelorn astronautReason: Her legal strategy. To quote the article:Former astronaut Lisa Nowak's attorneys formally entered a not guil Read more:Monday
A Dawsonian Tradition - car rides to nowhere. 2007-03-28 18:29:00 "The Subject Was Car-trips".I think every family unit has a group activity that is liked by some and disliked by others. I don't care who you are, or where you come from...IT HAPPENS.In my family, it was car rides on Sunday afternoons.In the '50's, the Chevrolet slogan was "See the USA in your Chevrolet". However, we had an American Motors Matador...so maybe the slogan for us could have been "Fall asleep and snore in your Matador". BLEAH.Let me lay it out for you, folks.It's Sunday after church. We've eaten and we're stuffed to da gills. One of the parental units would sneak the idea in over lunch.Sometimes it was obvious, like, "Why don't we go for a drive?" This would elicit groans from me and the sister unit...*whine* "We don't WANNA go for a ride today. Why do we have to go on a ride?" *whine again*Sometimes, blatant bribery was employed. Example? Sure...I was (and still am) a sucker for ice cream. If the ice cream was good enough, you could get me to rob banks an Read more:Tradition
What happened when the Dawsons went on vacation? Part one of a series 2007-03-29 14:52:00 First of all, the picture on the left is NOT of my family. I just thought they looked familyish and figured I'd use it.Next, you can blame or thank Jules for this idea. Why? Just because...Check out the comment she left...she describes trips to Oklahoma stuffed in a station wagon with baby brother in the middle and NO AIR CONDITIONING. My heart went out to her, but it also sparked a new essay idea for today's entry. Yea, verily, it done been sparked, so here we go.We didn't go on vacations that much. I'm not sure why...don't know if it was dependent on $$, work schedules, or what...we just didn't. But the ones we went on (that I remember) were pretty interesting. The very first vacation I remember was when we went to Colorado. It was Mom, Dad, my cousin Linda, Ruthi and me. We stayed in a cabin that was really nicely tricked out. It was huge, and we had a small creek running in the back. We tried panning for gold back there, and Ruthi said if I took off all my clothes i Read more:series
This is not an April Fool's Entry 2007-04-01 21:42:00 I'm sorry I haven't been posting much this weekend...Life's thrown me a curve ball.D and I are not getting married on May 5, 2007 as initially planned. I've found that I'm more hesitant than I thought, and other things are factors as well...factors that I am not comfortable discussing until we've progressed further.Please keep D and I in your "good thoughts" files...it would be much appreciated.Thanks Read more:April
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Stalk - I stalk, you stalk, he/she stalks, they stalk - 2007-04-04 15:26:00 This is the first post of the day...a rainy Wednesday here in DC.The picture at left is of an agave stalk.If you use the verb tense of this word, it's akin to an animal attempting to capture prey, or what someone of unbalanced mind might do to someone else.Let's think about this a moment.When I get several hits off of a particular website in one day, I tend to wonder why. So I visit the website to find out why. I don't leave comments, I just look. If I visit the website more than one time, I'm returning the favor by boosting the stats, right?Apparently not.I guess if I'm "stalking", somehow I should be getting something out of this. Some erotomania or paranoid schizophrenic rush, right? I'm not. I just get a feeling of pity for a person who accuses everyone who doesn't agree with her as one who "stalks". Look at the picture above. I'm not green...I don't have things growing off me (I don't think). I'm just trying to figure out who's providing me with hits, as insigni
A new cause for Rancho Sudiegirl! 2007-04-03 20:58:00 You know, I am not immune to suffering and slights...especially if it can result in a new business venture for Rancho
Sudiegirl, Inc.I am saddened that the Miss America pageant (a veritable INSTITUTION in this country) has lost their second network. This is most tragic. I mean, I thought the Miss America pageant and CMT would go together like toes and jam and be BFF (best friends forever).Apparently, that is not the case.So in the interests of preserving this American tradition and making some dough, I would like to present the following option to the good folks at Miss America's corporate offices.Here is how it will be worded:Dear Big Kahunas at Miss America, Inc.: Hey ho! I am Sudiegirl, the most utterly fab blogger here at Rancho Sudiegirl (actually, the only one, but that doesn't matter...). I understand that once again, you all have been drop-kicked off another network.You know, I feel your pain. I was once unceremoniously booted from the safety patrol in sixth grade so
Useless information and a story from Sudie's past... 2006-03-09 18:49:00 Thursday is hereBe of good cheerDrink a large beerRope a big steerAnd have no fear‘cause the weekend’s near.(This was NOT written by a graduate of the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, BTW…just little ol’ Sudiegirl. Truly, inspired by Yeats, Shelley, and…Burma Shave.)Couple things on my mind, but that’s not unusual, right? First of all…I have a concern regarding Howie Mandel. “Huh?” you ask.Yep…Howie Mandel.I always dug Howie doing the stand-up thing, really. I think my favorite line of his was “I’m in comedy prison; instead of death row, I’m on punch line.” But I’m disturbed by this “bald Howie” thing. Really, I am (see pic at left.) With a bald pate, he looks a lot like:Anton LaVey (Satanic priest; one of my first husband’s role models) Or *Stone Cold Steve Austin. (Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO! Har-har)Why did Howie shave himself bald? Does anyone know? Was it head lice? Dandruff? A lack of new episodes of “Charmed”? Whatever. I’m sad. I miss Howie's cur Read more:information
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The Dawsons in the Dells, the Dawsons in the Dells...hi ho the merry oh... 2007-04-05 20:51:00 As promised, another Dawsonian vacation story.My father was a member of the US Army Reserves for about 10 years...from the time I was in second grade until the summer I started college. His commitment was one weekend drill a month and two weeks of annual training. Sometimes it was in the summer, other times during the spring. It was always different.Two of our vacations centered around Dad's annual training. The first was to Wisconsin.My mother borrowed her parents' Chinook camper thing for the trip. She took Ruthi, Ruthi's best friend Janet, and me on a fun fun fun road trip to Sparta, Wisconsin (I believe that's where Fort McCoy, WI is near...correct me if I'm wrong, gentle readers).You know, it takes a brave woman to willingly submit to taking three girls under the age of 50 on a trip. Either brave or crazy...not sure what group my mom fit in best on that idea. However, it didn't really matter because we went anyway.Highlights of the trip include:Going to the Bily Clock
Another post about singin'... 2007-04-06 19:24:00 Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble...when you're perfect in every way.I can't take a look in the mirror,'cuz I get better lookin' each day.To know me is to love me,so I must be a hell of a man...Oh Lord, it's hard to be humbleBut I'm doin' the best that I can...--by Mac DavisI must admit...I get a rush of sorts when I sing. I try to play the humble Iowa girl, with the "Aw, Shucks" thing going on when people clap and give me compliments. But I gotta tell ya, I wouldn't KEEP doing it if it didn't feel good. I remember once my sister described the feeling of receiving applause so well..."a warm feeling in your face and a funny rush". That's it in a nutshell. It's a warm feeling. If I had to create a picture in my head, I imagine applause as warm rain to a dusty field. I feel satisfied; I "soak it up".Unfortunately, I do get a swelled head and I tend to make unfair comparisons, or make fun of people who can't sing. I hate that part of myself.I remember when I was dating
sorry i've been a delinquent... 2007-04-10 15:49:00 Yes, your favorite crabby internet girl...Sudiegirl...has been MIA the past few days.You should be concerned, you know.Why?For one thing, I...VOLUNTARILY, mind you...watched GOLF.I like a good sporting match, like anyone else. I've watched some good ball games in my time. I did my time in pep band (high school) and watched some exciting sports events.But GOLF? The only golf I've even ATTEMPTED to play is miniature. If it doesn't have windmills and alligators grabbing at the golf balls, I'm usually lost.However, my new musical collaborator (whom I am dubbing "Skippy") advised me that if we rehearsed on Easter Sunday, The Masters tournament would be an integral part of the day. I advised him if that was the case, he'd better supply some beer because that was the only way he'd get me to sit still for it. (Better living through liquid grain in a can, I always say...)I figured, "Hey, it'll be boring, Tiger Woods or the other guy will win, and I'll be off the hook emotionally.. Read more:sorry
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Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes... 2007-04-12 16:21:00 OK.D and I are (for the moment) living as "room-mates". This means that we sleep separately and that he can be snippy with me. I guess I can live with that for the time being. I am liking the space more than I thought I would.Also, the new musical collaborator ("DD" or "Double D" if you say it) and I are...well...I'm not sure. "Flirting" seems such an odd term to use...like I should be Scarlett O'Hara fluttering her eyelashes over a fan while blushing and saying "tee hee". But he likes redheads (even artificial ones), he likes full figured women, he thinks I'm a good singer, and he's told me all these things voluntarily. This is blowing my mind. Either way...better stock up on the Garnier Nutrisse Light Reddish Blonde. Got some roots to cover, ya know.I don't think I've ever really entertained the thought of a "relationship" with a fellow musician since college. I've shied away from it because when the relationship goes south and the criticisms about musical ability g Read more:changes
Wow...my stats SUCK. 2007-04-11 18:26:00 Yep...they're suckin' like a Hoover.This kind of bums me out, kind of not. I mean, I've been going through my own weirdness the past few days, BUT...it wasn't THAT long, was it? Apparently so.I must not know my own strength. Oh well...life is still WEIRD with me. Therapy, therapy, therapy until we sort all the crap out like wheat from emotional chaff. I am down with the notion of therapy to help sort out your life, but what if one person knows where they stand and can't compromise, and the other person is scrambling like a maniac trying to get them to?It causes much gnashing of teeth and general stomach upset. It disrupts the sleep. The cats are upset by this. (Well...Chelmsford is upset by Hallmark commercials, so he's not the most reliable of sources.)Oh well...what do I know? I'm just a girl. A girl that takes meds to keep from buying a kazillion dollars in office supplies and/or slashing her wrists. Everyone at church is supportive...D is trying to find things to do
Were the Dawsons bigger in Texas? 2007-04-16 16:39:00 The last family vacation we took with all four of us was to San Antonio, Texas
.This was another vacation centered around Dad's annual training commitment to the Army Reserve. This time around, Dad was assigned to Fort Sam Houston in San Antonio. This was also the opportunity for the Dawsons to invade visit Texas. Dad had visited once already (Fort Hood, TX), but "the girls" hadn't.This invasion happened in the summer of 1980, with Ruthi ready to go into high school as a sophomore, and me preparing for sixth grade (not sure what that meant exactly other than annoying others).Of course, it was a road trip. Dad didn't ever want to pay for the whole family to FLY down there, so we drove.Yep. Two adults, one teenager, one tween-ager, all in one four-door 1978 Matador. What were my parents THINKING??? (Besides the fact that we didn't take that many vacations for a REASON...)One rule of the road when we drove on vacation - we had to stop by 6 PM or so and find a hotel. Before 6 P
A Fab meme/interview, and Three Word Wednesday...couldn't think of any original stuff. 2007-04-18 15:05:00 First, an utterly "Mr. Fab" type meme...basically, I had to submit a request for interview
questions from Mr. Fab, and then he sent the questions and I answered them. Simple enough, no?Here are his questions and MY answers...1. You have to give up either your writing or your music. Which do you choose and why?I guess...hmm...Damn you, Mr. Fab! You're making me choose? AAAAHHHH! Seriously, though...I'd probably give up the writing. Music is just too engrained at this point for me to give up. I tried with the mindset that it would "make me a better wife". It just made me more depressed. So yeah...writing would have to take a hike first. I know that my singing skills will change the older I get, so I want to enjoy them for as long as possible. 2. You work for the government. What is really out at Area 51?Well, obviously not fish...as that is what my department is in charge of. You didn't know fish could use computers, didja?3. Why do you blog?Well, I would say it's becaus Read more:Three
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