Sunday, September 09, 2007
Well I sure didn't scrub the bathrooms today, or prune the oak in the front yard that is now scraping the top of The Husband's car when he parks in the driveway, but I did a lot of housekeeping here at AC.
I've been putting it off for a long time because well, it's like a death. I've got that little place waaaaay down there on the left where I store people who aren't posting anymore but who I won't let go of. Every once in a while someone comes back and I'm so very happy that I kept them there. For example, FooFoo5 came back and he's been down there for a good long while. But I knew that when I did my long neglected housekeeping this time that I would not only be moving some people down there who I think might come back but I'm not sure about, I knew I would have to move one down who I miss so much and I'm sure won't be back. Flea. Damned. Considering how much money I spend a year on The Black Dog's drugs to keep fleas away you would think it strange that I feel so sad about loosing one little Flea. But this is a special Flea. A naive, reckless, learned-one-hell-of-a-hard-lesson Flea, but a special Flea, nonetheless. Flea, I hope you're hiding out there on the ass of some dog under a pseudonym and that I'll run across you one day and recognize your angst.
But the real sad? The big sad? Aidan. Because you see I can't move him down there. He's gone, and not like Christmas snow, but for real. Wooosh. Gone like The House Of Pain. Gone. Poof. So that was a flat out delete and I didn't want to do that. Oh, and Aidan? I'm wanting pictures of the Australia trip, OK? OK???
Anyway. Lots of new people are over there. One notable includes Judge Susan Criss at As The Island Floats. She is a judge on Galveston who is sharp and funny, and I enjoy the perspective she provides to this old Houstonian who is a frequent (law abiding) visitor to her fine barrier island. Then there's JKTumlinson who is another local Houston person who I am trying to respect even though he blogs through the Chronicle. I like his stuff. And then there is the long over due link of my own little blog spawn, Jane. I've been meaning to put her over there for a loooong time and have been remiss. She's just put up a lovely new skin that I like a whole lot. And don't forget A Veneer of Certainty. Yet another Houstonian with a bad attitude.
There are really too many to specifically refer to here but some I read just about every day include D Listed because they're just so darned snarky, Isiah Carey because who doesn't like a local guy with integrity and scoop, Musings of a Distractible Mind, because, how can you not love a llama lover? I mean, damned. Llamas are soft even if that are evil spitters and more often than not stink.
I've been putting it off for a long time because well, it's like a death. I've got that little place waaaaay down there on the left where I store people who aren't posting anymore but who I won't let go of. Every once in a while someone comes back and I'm so very happy that I kept them there. For example, FooFoo5 came back and he's been down there for a good long while. But I knew that when I did my long neglected housekeeping this time that I would not only be moving some people down there who I think might come back but I'm not sure about, I knew I would have to move one down who I miss so much and I'm sure won't be back. Flea. Damned. Considering how much money I spend a year on The Black Dog's drugs to keep fleas away you would think it strange that I feel so sad about loosing one little Flea. But this is a special Flea. A naive, reckless, learned-one-hell-of-a-hard-lesson Flea, but a special Flea, nonetheless. Flea, I hope you're hiding out there on the ass of some dog under a pseudonym and that I'll run across you one day and recognize your angst.
But the real sad? The big sad? Aidan. Because you see I can't move him down there. He's gone, and not like Christmas snow, but for real. Wooosh. Gone like The House Of Pain. Gone. Poof. So that was a flat out delete and I didn't want to do that. Oh, and Aidan? I'm wanting pictures of the Australia trip, OK? OK???
Anyway. Lots of new people are over there. One notable includes Judge Susan Criss at As The Island Floats. She is a judge on Galveston who is sharp and funny, and I enjoy the perspective she provides to this old Houstonian who is a frequent (law abiding) visitor to her fine barrier island. Then there's JKTumlinson who is another local Houston person who I am trying to respect even though he blogs through the Chronicle. I like his stuff. And then there is the long over due link of my own little blog spawn, Jane. I've been meaning to put her over there for a loooong time and have been remiss. She's just put up a lovely new skin that I like a whole lot. And don't forget A Veneer of Certainty. Yet another Houstonian with a bad attitude.
There are really too many to specifically refer to here but some I read just about every day include D Listed because they're just so darned snarky, Isiah Carey because who doesn't like a local guy with integrity and scoop, Musings of a Distractible Mind, because, how can you not love a llama lover? I mean, damned. Llamas are soft even if that are evil spitters and more often than not stink.
# posted by Carol : 10:20 PM
