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Busy, Busy, Busy. But Not as Busy as Dick Cheney

I hear that Mr. Cheney is quite busy, but I'd rather not know what he's been up to. It gives me nightmares.


 

I've gotten an excellent writing gig for which I hold high hopes. I'll be writing web content from home (my favorite office) and there will be no commute, except from my desk to my kitchen/laundry room/bedroom/kitchen and back to my desk again. I'm also doing editing work for this company and have been assigned four writers to edit so far. I'm excited! This beats the job I applied for up in Seattle, where I'd have to commute in rush hour traffic for hours and spend time away from the kids and the homestead. It's less stressful for me to stay close to home and hearth, as I'm a home body at heart. Plus I get to do it in my jammies if I want to!


 

In other news here….I've been having some health issues and a few weeks back it seems I suffered a TIA. That's a small stroke. I've had no lasting effects from that lovely event, except to be scared into taking better care of my health.


 

And in other news….Stephanie has decided to move to Seattle to live with my father for the summer before she departs for BYU in the fall. I think it's a fine idea. Speaking of BYU, she signed up for her classes online this week. It was quite amusing, as I was helping her search through the various classes. She was getting frustrated.


 

"There's nothing left that's good!"

"Sure there is!"

After looking at a class description she exclaimed, "Ewww! I'm not taking that one! It says you have to write papers for it."


 

I choked down my laughter. Eighteen year olds do not enjoy being laughed at, especially by their mothers.

"Um honey? This is college. You will be writing papers for every class you take, unless it's a badminton class or water aerobics."

"No way!"

"Way."


 

What did she think she would be doing over there? Scratch that, I don't want to know.

Comments

  1. First of all I am delighted that you have not suffered any serious side effects. Cliche alert:
    You got your wake up call and really dodged a bullet eh?

    Now you have to get all 'health conscious' for a while, sheesh! Your sense of humour is what saved your brain and don't let those fancy schmancy Doctors tell you otherwise.

    What an awesome job! Do they any pyjama editors up North?

    That Cheney is a real rascal, he reminds me of Slobodan Milosevic only much wealthier and with access to Nuclear Weapons and able to influence the mainstream media.
    What a guy.

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  2. I don't know what to react to! I mean,
    FAR OUT AND GROOVY! the new job sounds like heaven! you are my role model. how fricken' ideal is that set-up, huh?
    or
    AW CRAP you had a stroke? son of a beeyotch, lady, take it easy! please! was that what the 'full body meltdown' incident was a little while back? are you ok? freaking a little here....
    (())

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  3. ps
    i just backread about your husband the crossdresser and your safety boobs and i'm sorry, sweetheart; that IS funny!! omg!!

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