Thursday, January 23, 2003

Baby, it's cold outside~~which is to be expected. It's Winter. The wind chill right now is -25° and the actual temperature is 6°. I think it's safe to say that no-one will be able to tell the difference. I was going to the library, I have several CDs that are due today, but blah to that idea. I have decided I feel much better today. Thought I'd share this earth-shattering news, like anybody cares. Ha.

I want to share a poignant, heartwarming childhood story, though. And I really don't know why, maybe 'cause it was more traumatic an event than I thought. Anyway, I think I was, like, in kindergarten. For some reason which was probably beyond my control, I pooped in my pants. OK, this in itself was not a good thing, but the worst was that I apparently had additional problems, 'cause I soiled myself all down my legs, too.

The teacher must have picked me up---very carefully, I presume---and set me outside the school by the front door. She called my mother to please pick me up, pronto. Most of the details are lost in misty history, but I clearly remember the humiliation of standing there, waiting for my Mommy, loose poopie decorating my (formerly)pristine white stockings and Mary Janes. This is something one just does not forget, apparently. *sigh*
posted by Lorraine 9:29 AM 
--------------------------------------------------------------------

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

So, that's that~~~All cleaned up. The page, I mean. Now it's my turn. Going to take a big, long soak-y bath and see if that will lift some of the owie in my knee. If it works, maybe I'll go out and hobble around a bit in the outside world. It is about 2° outside but so what. I am in a very foul mood and don't feel like being old Ms. Happy Face this morning. Maybe tomorrow morning. Or the next morning. Or never.........who knows. I am so crabby I could chew the paint off the wall.

Not to mention my "phone" rang twice in the last half hour and no-one left a message. I use an internet answering service called "CallWave", which greets the caller, downloads their message and I can then hear it thru my speakers. Who knows why people would be intimidated by this? Stupid. People are stupid. Arrrgggghhhhh, I'm outta here, gotta go kick the cat across the room or something.

Awww, shucks, you know I would never hurt my little beastie !! I'll just go back to feeling sorry for myself and chewing paint off the wall
posted by Lorraine 9:55 AM 
--------------------------------------------------------------------

Monday, January 20, 2003

Common Sense - An Obituary~~~Today we mourn the passing of an old friend, by the name of Common Sense: Common Sense lived a long life but died in the United States from heart failure soon after the beginning of the new millennium

Read his story............
posted by Lorraine 10:49 AM 
--------------------------------------------------------------------