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Because Kids Need Hit-Counters Too

I lost a very, very good friend. Not as in lost-lost, or “I left her at Macy’s by accident” lost, but just lost. I hope she’s going to be OK, I miss her a ton.

If you are up north and are experiencing single-digit temperatures, I feel for you. But for us cold-blooded creatures in the south, temps in the 30s are worse because we have no reason to be used to it. Don’t mock me for my four layers of clothing or double-electric blankets, (only one of which is plugged it,) or wearing my lined leather jacket at the office. Yes it’s colder where you are, yes you have snow, yes you live in Chicago for some unknown reason, but you just don’t understand what we Floridians feel like right now. You just don’t.

I have the coolest iPhone case ever. The tall blonde at the restaurant yesterday confirmed it. Yes it’s a red crocodile-leather case. I like both the color and the texture. It’s wicked-cool, and hot college-aged women agree with me.

My one year of being “single” is approaching and while the loneliness is difficult, at least the pain of being alone with someone in the house is gone.

I have invited a friend down to visit for a weekend. I hope she can make it.

The more time I spend at Starbucks, the easier it is to laugh at people who need 42 adjectives to order their coffee. “Tall mocha” or “tall raspberry latte”, foshizzle.

The 100lb Puppy of Love has a fatty deposit in his left armpit that requires removal. It is not dangerous, but it will interfere with his walking. I can take my son to the doctor for shots and be brave for him, but when a vet touches my dog, I cry and sniffle. I’m getting teary just thinking about him having surgery.

My mean cat, Bisky Boodle, does not understand why I’m not taking pictures of her anymore. She’d me mad if I was, but is also mad that I’m not. Frankly, there’s just no winning with her and I quit trying years ago. If I am lying on the couch, she will hop up, but her face next to mine and say, “I am going to lie next to you, see? Don’t touch me. Don’t coo at me. Don’t call me cute names. Don’t move. I am here because I am sure it is an inconvenience for you, that’s all.”

I have no desire to make stuffed mushrooms anymore. My lemon chicken with carrots, celery, and bamboo shoots was an unmitigated disaster. I think my cooking is suffering because of my lost friend.

All the Christmas decorations are put away. It is both sad and cleansing, I think.

No, I am not going to join eHarmony or Match or anything else.

I totally scored at fixing my attorney’s computer over the holidays. I used to get a text or call every other day about a crash or lockup, but nothing at all this year. Extra RAM and a stay-awake program solved his problems.

The fungus in the 100lb Puppy of Love’s ears has been eradicated. We got through the weekend of peeing every three hours due to the medication, daily cleaning, and twice-daily ear drops. Does anything feel better than taking care of someone that looks into your eyes with total trust and love?

One of my friends who is right about everything, all the time, is gonna be wrong this time, I just know it.

Cub Scouts meeting this week means I get to hang out with parents. There is a mom there, married, who is very pretty and kind. It’s fun just to be around her because she and I are able to talk. We made pipe-cleaner candy canes together before Christmas while our kids brought us supplies. It was the fastest hour-long scout-meeting ever.

I need a new/used vehicle with a back seat, I know this. But my race car is almost paid off and the thought of no car payment is intoxicating. I hate purchasing used cars as the thought of car-repairs sickens me, but any new car is so expensive and such a depreciating investment. A used Porsche 911 has a back seat, but nobody will agree with me that this car would be a wise parenting choice.

Today I drove at a sedate 5mph through the 9″ cones they place in my son’s school parking lot. My car and I could totally smoke that course at 30mph easily, if they’d just move those Safety Patrol 5th graders out of the way.

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2010 Who the {Bleep} Knows

So Lienna had an impromptu contest, and my skillz haz been recognized.

Isn’t it so cool!

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I See A New Cottage Industry

I’ve known Julie for years and have been awed by her huge reservoir of old-fashioned common sense and generous spirit. If you WoW, check out this story.

If you don’t WoW and want to contribute to curing breast cancer, here’s the link to donate.

All my prayers…

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Love You Julie!

Color me surprised when he actually asked for my help.

I am now happy to assist with the publishing of a blog about divorce stories:

Not Your Typical Divorce Stories

My attorney is completely new to the idea of blogging, so I’m doing the technical work while he provides the content.

If you would be so kind as to pop on over to his place, read his first story, and maybe even write a comment, I would personally be very appreciative.

/thanks you

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Help Me Obi-won Blogreaders!

And then it happens: The Big Question.

Religion? Nope.

Politics? Easy.

Culture-dividing opinions? Nah.

Geopolitical analysis? Pfft.

No, these are all easily discussed, actually. But your new friend hits you where it can really hurt the most, and you’ve got one chance to get the answer right, or risk losing your friendship forever. If you’re over the age of 15, you know where I’m going:

Captain Crunch vs. Count Chocula.

DON’T FREAK OUT ON ME! YES I SAID IT!

Look, there are “chocolate and marshmellow” eaters and there are “crunchy and fruity” eaters, and nothing can ruin a relationship faster than trying to mix people of different cereal-genres.

The Breakfast Alliance: Captain Crunch, Crunch Berries, Fruit Loops, Apple Jacks, Frosted Flakes, Trix.

The Breakfast Horde: Count Chocula, Cocoa Puffs, Lucky Charms, Cocoa Krispies, Alpha Bits.

You get to pick one faction, and if your friend is in the other, the frienship is doomed. DOOMED I SAY. You can’t just pay $15 and switch sides. You grew UP in your cereal-faction! It’s part of your DNA!

Personally, I’m not a chocolate or marshmellow cereal fan, so of course I went with the Captain Crunch.

“ME TOO!!!!” my friend replied, and I collapsed in a sweaty heap, but knowing I was safe.

But you do realize the stress I was put through, yes? The tension, the agony of having everything just collapse around me if this person was a chocolate-milk-sludge fanatic?

All I can say is that I’m glad this event is behind me.

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Alliance vs Horde in a Box

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For TJ