Seventy-one degrees today, clear skies. Life is good. Got my own playlist going on Rhapsody...eased on in with the Isley Brother's "Ernies Jam" and ending with Traffic's "Low Spark of High Heeled Boys". Of course I had some Santana, Hendrix and the Allman Brothers inbetween. I think I'll start it over from the begining. Doesn't music just make your soul feel good?

You know I can dance my ass off when no one is watching. Funny how that works. Damn, the dryer just buzzed.

Yesterday was the one year anniversary of Dean Esmay setting me up with Moveable Type and my own domain name. Isn't it funny how you can look back a year and see how many things have changed in ones life...and still how many stays the same.

I still go to work and come home, same job, same car, same color hair dye...hell I'm wearing the same clothes.

So what's changed? Well there is a man in my life. Who is very kind, caring, intelligent...well just wonderful. And quite a bit younger than me. That's about 5 blog entries in itself. I dunno...kinda nice and kinda scarey. Sometimes I feel just fine with it...especially when we are together, the age difference melts away. Then there is every morning when I wake up and look in the mirror...and I think Christ almighty woman get a grip on reality. Then later in the day I'm thankful I've always had this loose handhold on reality. Comes in handy for rationalizing and denial. My favorite defense mechanisms.

Anyway...as my world turns, I'll keep us all updated.

Now for a great quote someone who I have not talked to in a long time sent me today:

"Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming,

"WOW! What a ride!"

I want to remember that over the next few years.

...this is different.

I've been trying to get to work earlier the past couple of weeks and actually for a few days I made it before 7am. My reasons for wanting to do this are many: beating traffic, beating the 9am phone and people crunch to actually have some time to organize before the zoo opens their gates, and it's cooler in the morning. As I whined posted last summer, my office is windowless with no a/c. Like yesterday morning when I unlock my door the little thermometer on the wall said 84 degrees at 7:15 am. Have I mentioned before that I'm a winter baby?

I like to be cool. October is my perfect month. I don't own a winter coat, jackets work well and they sit on the car seat beside me for the "just in case I have to walk a mile" thing. Which ironically I only ever have had that happen when it's above 90 degrees. Another thing on my list to ask God at some future date why He found that so damn entertaining. The list is long...just because I have a burning desire to know what the point of it all has been.

Anyway, I'm rambling...so back to the point, it's suppose to be 88 degrees today. I'm not making it in early....so that means I'll make it home after 7pm tonight with a sweaty wet bra and frizzy hair. Oh happy days.

I bought a new toy last week, just because it's been awhile. And I must have toys. What I've figured out I love. I need to buy a memory stick though...I can put that on the "To Do" list.

I even downloaded my first eBook yesterday. A porn erotica novel called "The Toy". Good thing I was home sick so I could finish it. Now I have to delete the porn erotica off the PDA in case I die from diarrhea and my children would find it. Have I mentioned I'm St. Princess? Heh. I have this theory, if you can still get horney, death is not eminent.

This is the second day I've called in sick to work. I feel somewhat guilty about that or maybe it's just this uneasy feeling that my work is backing up at a rapid rate. Maybe a little of both. Oh wait, maybe it's the "uncommon diarrhea" that Pepto-Bismol had maintained you must keep that hot pink chalky liquid for.

I've been consistent over the years in telling everyone I'm a princess, no one ever believes me. Guess they haven't seen me on my throne for the last couple of days. Heh.

If anyone today says I'm full of shit...ohhh, they would be so wrong. I have a new weight loss scheme. I think I'll call it the "Princess Plan". What do you think?

Hello? It's me. I used to blog here back when. Now I seem to spend my quality time here deleting spam comments, updating the MT-Blacklist and checking to see if the Hugoists are behaving. Obviously there is still some warped thinking there according to the lastest comment posted yesterday:

This web page is about Hugo..NOT the Selenski family! They aren't on trial or involved in any way, so why does their name keep coming up? Actually, we don't know for sure who said what on this board, so I think the comments about that poor family are just as wrong as what has been said to any victims families involved.

Sigh.

Over 900 comments on that post now. Without spam I might add. After all these months I still don't get it