Thanks, Cass.
beth, all good thoughts to Matt and his mom--and to you, too.
We had a thunderstorm go through late this afternoon and the temp has plunged plummeted. Shivery now. Gonna go put on long pants and sleeves, and light a few candles.
'Selfless'
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Thanks, Cass.
beth, all good thoughts to Matt and his mom--and to you, too.
We had a thunderstorm go through late this afternoon and the temp has plunged plummeted. Shivery now. Gonna go put on long pants and sleeves, and light a few candles.
beth, much much ~ma for Matt's mom and you guys. How is he doing?
I believe mail-in ballot is all they have in Oregon.Whoot!
It's now fluffy clouds and blue skies here. Guess that freak hail is gone.
Hey Cass - I'm Maidengurl on lj. Just, you know, if you wanted to friend me. Not that you have to, mind.
We have beautiful blue skies here - just in time for Spring Break which means no Little League or high school ball. Dang it.
Just, you know, if you wanted to friend me.Done! Cause I wanted to.
I just wig a little with the whole public posting on something like lj. Certainly posting here is totally public but LJ just feels to me very searchable and it is easy to jump from journal to journal. So I friendslock. But I definitely want Bitches and 'fistas in general to be on that list.
I think the issue is that here any random person could be reading, but on lj, if someone finds my journal and is reading without my knowledge, it's more likely to be someone I know.
if someone finds my journal and is reading without my knowledge, it's more likely to be someone I know.And, for me, it's way more likely to be someone I don't want reading my LJ.
Unless it is the lurkers supporting me in email. Cause they're the real fans.
I flock most of the posts regarding my family. And my general whining. Something that is just basic, such as baseball-mania, I leave open.
eta - thanks Cass.
Got back from Las Vegas a bit ago... now showered, fed, semi-unpacked, semi-caught up here, and utterly dead exhausted. So peculiar -- 24 hours ago Hec and I were dressing for a night of chichi birthday dining and Avenue Q with ND and Kristin.
I think he's marginally more awake than me, so he can give a full report. Plus, he was taking notes all weekend.
Caller ID is an unreliable narrator. My brother just called me to scream at me from the neicelet's cell phone instead of his own cell or their house line.
I picked it up because she is supposed to already be back in Vermont and not have her phone. My fear? That, instead of changing planes, she'd left the airport in Chicago like she was planning and needed help.
He yelled for about five minutes and then hung up on me. I am guessing he's calling my stepmom now and we get to have another huge family drama.
I am also guessing that he's going to block my mail from her. If he does that, I am going to get really fucking honest with him. I know a lot of his sins.