Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Getting lost along the way
Hi.
I, uh... well, I've been extremely remiss in my self-appointed duty to ramble. I'm quite ashamed, and have denied myself chocolate for a whole hour in penance. That is how seriously I take my duty.
You may be wondering where I've been for the last four months. Or, more likely, you might be struggling to remember when and why exactly you either bookmarked this site or signed up for the mailing list. Either way, I'll give you all the sordid details.
Okay, there aren't any sordid details. I've just been busy. Well, that and Tango the Wonder Kitty tried to kill me not long ago, or at least tried to amputate my leg, as evidenced by the four inch long scratch on my upper thigh caused by Tango's claws. That's the last time I wear shorts and let him lay on my lap.
Then the other day I tried to burn off my arm. I was attempting to help my mother cook and some very hot oil in the skillet jumped out and landed on my wrist. There's a reason I don't cook. It's safer for me and the general public if I don't.
That could date back to when I was a child and I, for no reason anyone could discern, stuck my hand in a skillet of hot gravy. I don't consciously remember the incident, but I believe it scarred me mentally for life, and I still can't be near a skillet without some sort of repercussions.
On the mildly interesting side, the hot oil from the other day left a smallish burn in the shape of an exclamation point. So my wrist is in a constant state of surprise... and a bit of pain.
Another reason I didn't ramble was Hurricane Katrina and the other hurricanes. No, I wasn't a victim of any of them -- I am well away from the afflicted areas -- but after seeing the human tragedy on TV, I just wasn't in the mood.
And you know us women we just aren't in the mood.
But, most of all, the reason I haven't rambled is Tango. Aside from his attempted amputation, he's been pretty well behaved. Well, for him, anyway. He's my primary rambling source, and he's been relatively story-free. I do appreciate the irony, though. By being good, he's causing a problem. I think he does it on purpose.
That said, I'm sure he'll do something or other worth writing home about. And I shall endeavor to be a better rambler.
Tune in next time when I share the photos of Halloween 2005. Provided I remember to post them.
Take care, all, and a special howdy to Carla, who reminded me I've been a bad, bad rambler. I apologize, Carla, and thanks for taking the time to email me. It's appreciated.
I, uh... well, I've been extremely remiss in my self-appointed duty to ramble. I'm quite ashamed, and have denied myself chocolate for a whole hour in penance. That is how seriously I take my duty.
You may be wondering where I've been for the last four months. Or, more likely, you might be struggling to remember when and why exactly you either bookmarked this site or signed up for the mailing list. Either way, I'll give you all the sordid details.
Okay, there aren't any sordid details. I've just been busy. Well, that and Tango the Wonder Kitty tried to kill me not long ago, or at least tried to amputate my leg, as evidenced by the four inch long scratch on my upper thigh caused by Tango's claws. That's the last time I wear shorts and let him lay on my lap.
Then the other day I tried to burn off my arm. I was attempting to help my mother cook and some very hot oil in the skillet jumped out and landed on my wrist. There's a reason I don't cook. It's safer for me and the general public if I don't.
That could date back to when I was a child and I, for no reason anyone could discern, stuck my hand in a skillet of hot gravy. I don't consciously remember the incident, but I believe it scarred me mentally for life, and I still can't be near a skillet without some sort of repercussions.
On the mildly interesting side, the hot oil from the other day left a smallish burn in the shape of an exclamation point. So my wrist is in a constant state of surprise... and a bit of pain.
Another reason I didn't ramble was Hurricane Katrina and the other hurricanes. No, I wasn't a victim of any of them -- I am well away from the afflicted areas -- but after seeing the human tragedy on TV, I just wasn't in the mood.
And you know us women we just aren't in the mood.
But, most of all, the reason I haven't rambled is Tango. Aside from his attempted amputation, he's been pretty well behaved. Well, for him, anyway. He's my primary rambling source, and he's been relatively story-free. I do appreciate the irony, though. By being good, he's causing a problem. I think he does it on purpose.
That said, I'm sure he'll do something or other worth writing home about. And I shall endeavor to be a better rambler.
Tune in next time when I share the photos of Halloween 2005. Provided I remember to post them.
Take care, all, and a special howdy to Carla, who reminded me I've been a bad, bad rambler. I apologize, Carla, and thanks for taking the time to email me. It's appreciated.
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