Yeah, so Trish decided (on a whim) to take me and her mother to the boats on Sunday night. We really had a good time, although can never leave that place with money. I don’t know why… I had even almost broke even at one point!

I gave her more than ample crap about that fancy new invention called a turn signal. She almost started getting the hang of using it within the last 10 minutes of the drive home. I bet we’re back to square one, though… And, the next time I travel somewhere with her, I’ll have to beat it into her head again.

Saturday night, I went over to my mom’s house. My aunt decided to stop by as well. Somehow, during this visit, it was declared that the third Saturday of the month would be Mai Tai night at my mom’s house. I’m sure that I helped decide this, but not sure how I got involved in the process. And, sadly, I was sober the whole time… so I can’t even blame this decision on a buzz.

I also found out on Saturday night that an old friend’s husband has a brain tumor. WTF, right? I’ll find out more information on that Wednesday.

Tom has another pressure wound on his left leg, now. The other two spots (on his bum and right heel) are slowly healing. We had a couple set backs with each of them… but hopefully we’ve got a hold on them again. Pressure wounds are miserable. I hate them. Tom hates them. Actually… I don’t really know of anyone that does like them.

I looked online last night at some wheelchair accessible vans. Ours is doing okay, but I thought we’d be more apt to get out of the house if loading Tom into the van was easier. And, realistically, I think we should consider getting a newer van in a couple years. I say a couple years because we can’t afford a payment until my car is paid off. Its crazy how much a van with a lift cost. A new van with a lift cost $40-50,000. Seriously. Obviously, we’ll be looking to purchase a used one – and hopefully we’ll luck out and find a good buy.

I’m super ready for spring.

I’m also done rambling.

Good day to you.

I SAID GOOD DAY!

I have, like, two completely separate things I could blog about tonight.

One is about my wonderful family.

One is about an old childhood friend.

I’ve started writing each once.

Neither is wanting to be written.

So, I will leave you with nothing.

Besides this mumbo jumbo, of course, which makes you wonder why I bothered.

I kind of wonder why I bothered too.

This is a test

(Oh, Blue, here you go – go ahead and skip down the the ‘major update’ and use that code instead of the upper one… )

Yes, I am.

No, really. I am.

See, check it out – my own ’store’.

I am so super duper cool.

(Yeah, I said that already.)

Deal with it.

I got a cool link in my side bar… something about newsletters… don’t know how that works yet.

But, ya know, its all good.

Cuz why?

Cuz I’m super duper cool.

Oh, btw, I’ll be changing stuff in there monthly, I think. This was just a quick test run of how all that crap works.

Kthxbi.

There’s really nothing going on over here.

Nothing at all to entertain the masses…

Not.a.damn.thing.

So, for entertainment purposes only, I will risk life and limb for you – my valued three readers.

We will take a journey together. A long, drawn out journey… which, btw, you asked for.

So, sit back, grab a diet coke and push off work a little while longer.

I will attempt to use all the words listed below, found in my tiny little dictionary that I keep by my desk, in a short short story.

Do not attempt this at home. This should be left to trained professionals, and people who have nothing to write about in their blog.

Oh, yeah, btw…. I need you to finish the story. Please leave in the comments answers for the two blanks that you’ll find near the end of the story.

THE WORDS:
merry, emit, sprinkle, canteen, sacred, gyrate, rope, hereafter, syrup, vigil

Once upon a time, in a merry land far far away, there lived a girl named Anisheth (that’s a mix of my sister, Tom’s sister and my best friends name, btw – my three ‘loyal’ readers Clever, I know).

Anisheth had a love for syrup. She carried the sacred liquid with her at all time in her canteen. She would sprinkle the sugary substance on anything and everything, in attempts show others the gooey goodness and all its uses.

One day, the town’s sacred cow fell down in a ravine! The poor animal emitted a horrendous noise, alerting the town to its situation.

The whole town kept a constant vigil by the ravine while figuring out how to remove the cow safely. They tried using a rope to pull the creature out, but could not keep a firm grip.

Anisheth came forward and suggested pouring her lovely syrup on the rope.

“This will surely help you keep your grip,” she offered.

The rope was thrown down to the sacred cow and tied around its midsection.

The rope was sticky enough to hold onto, but the cow gyrated all the way up the ravine.

Anisheth was declared a hero. Her persistent use of syrup had saved the town’s sacred cow!

Hereafter, Anisheth was called _______ for her cleverness, and the town was renamed ______ to celebrate the day that the cow had been saved.

Stay a while!

(Thank goodness its melting off. I’m out of Diet Coke.)

I don’t like ‘em.

I mean, I don’t like doing my tax return.

At all.

It makes me nervous.

What if I make some huge error and get thrown in jail or something dramatic like that…

(We all know I’m good at playing the ‘What if’ game.)

Normally I fearfully fumble through the basic 1040EZ form, praying that I don’t transpose a number.

Anyway – this is the first year that I’ve owned a house.

Now there’s these new numbers that I have to figure out. And, I don’t even know what they are!

I just don’t get it.

I know that its not worth taking my crap to H&R.

I mean, if I get a return, it would all be sucked into their pockets for writing out these stupid little numbers for me.

Bleah. Growing up sucks. Being responsible sucks.

Taxes really suck.