January 31st, 2009

…I’ve been saying this for YEARS.

Dirt is Not The Enemy!

Things are gearing up for another meet around here, and the kids are requesting that my “normal looking hair, auntie! wth?!” be dyed to match, so I’ve gotta make me a stop into the beauty shop and pick up some colors. The things I do for those kids!

Oh yeah, and there’s the tiny little matter of Mt. Redoubt about to erupt. But ya know, that’s no big thing. :)

(that’s where TBF started stuttering. Right there. Ha!)

I should go to the store and do the whole “disaster plan” thing. Eventually…

how’s things with ya’ll?

  • Hey! You!

    Yeah you! All this bullshit I write? Is mine. So keep your hands off, will ya? I'm sure you could totally come up with better shit on your own.

    Also - dude. All opinions stated herein these pages are my own, and not those of anyone I might work for. Just in case you think I'm slamming something important, like, oh, say, my work place. I love my job, my co-workers, and anything that you might think is about you? Well, you might be right. Just remember I show my affection by endless nagging, picking on, laughing, etc. :) We're adults. Well. I am. On the outside.

    [Thus ends the 'Behave or ima kick your ASS' portion of this blog.]

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