Dust
Damn glad I don't have allergies with all the dust that must necessarily have collected in here.
Isn't that the great thing about the Net though? It doesn't collect nearly as much dust inbetween its underused pages. Actually that thought is creepy, things stay exactly the same as long as the bills get paid, like some lost shipwreck in the hydrogen sulfide depths of the Black Sea. Even things frozen into glaciers change as a result of that exothermic reaction. But nothing on the 'Net needs to change. Ever. Immortality through digitization. Think twice before you choose that color scheme- it could come back to haunt you.
So, hi. I'm not sure anyone even posts out here anymore, but meh at this point, I don't really care. I just want a place to spout off and hone one of my methods of expression. Also, when I get Alzheimer's maybe this place will still be floating around in the anoxic ether. It could come in handy, and I'm not too young to think that there's a chance that type of hell could happen to me.
So, if you're reading this in the future and I can't remember who you are, please do me a favor and lie to me. Don't remind me that it's not really 2002 and I'm a new mom and wife. Don't tell me about my husband/daughter/mother/other hypothetical person's death. Do I really need to live through it every time you visit? Be merciful and let me be where I'm happy and simply say they've run up to the store to get some soda (always call it soda!) and let me be drool idiot happy. I've earned it.
Kk, now that we have that cleared up, here's the mundane stuff. My youngest daughter is home, most likely being fake sick, but well.. she had a fever last night and I'd rather her stay the same here than get worse at school. 101 degree temp last night. This morning it's "Mom, my foot hurts, that's why I'm sick." Yeah, she'll be going back to school tomorrow.
Actually, let's back that up just a bit. Two daughters, 7 and 5 (holy crap *7*), 2nd grade and kindergarten. New school because the last one... wasn't suiting their academic needs. Yes, there's a story there, no I'm not telling it here. Suffice it to say they're both adjusting well and barring the fact that they do miss their old school every once in a while, the experience has been a pleasant one.
Isn't that the great thing about the Net though? It doesn't collect nearly as much dust inbetween its underused pages. Actually that thought is creepy, things stay exactly the same as long as the bills get paid, like some lost shipwreck in the hydrogen sulfide depths of the Black Sea. Even things frozen into glaciers change as a result of that exothermic reaction. But nothing on the 'Net needs to change. Ever. Immortality through digitization. Think twice before you choose that color scheme- it could come back to haunt you.
So, hi. I'm not sure anyone even posts out here anymore, but meh at this point, I don't really care. I just want a place to spout off and hone one of my methods of expression. Also, when I get Alzheimer's maybe this place will still be floating around in the anoxic ether. It could come in handy, and I'm not too young to think that there's a chance that type of hell could happen to me.
So, if you're reading this in the future and I can't remember who you are, please do me a favor and lie to me. Don't remind me that it's not really 2002 and I'm a new mom and wife. Don't tell me about my husband/daughter/mother/other hypothetical person's death. Do I really need to live through it every time you visit? Be merciful and let me be where I'm happy and simply say they've run up to the store to get some soda (always call it soda!) and let me be drool idiot happy. I've earned it.
Kk, now that we have that cleared up, here's the mundane stuff. My youngest daughter is home, most likely being fake sick, but well.. she had a fever last night and I'd rather her stay the same here than get worse at school. 101 degree temp last night. This morning it's "Mom, my foot hurts, that's why I'm sick." Yeah, she'll be going back to school tomorrow.
Actually, let's back that up just a bit. Two daughters, 7 and 5 (holy crap *7*), 2nd grade and kindergarten. New school because the last one... wasn't suiting their academic needs. Yes, there's a story there, no I'm not telling it here. Suffice it to say they're both adjusting well and barring the fact that they do miss their old school every once in a while, the experience has been a pleasant one.