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Simple stuff, really. Musing uncharacteristically challenged. BLog |
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My favorite thing about the PDG is that I get to be a squatter in the Student Lounge, otherwise known as Charlotte’s Lounge. I didn’t really have much choice because there is this Dragon that captured me and makes me do her bidding, you know. I really don’t have to even keep the place clean except to occasionally delete some links that get shut down. I certainly enjoy being surprised by others who come in and move things around and even update things. Not just any Paper Doll Gang member can make changes there, I believe they have to be a level 13 or above, meaning they have to be at least a Junior Leader in the group. The newbies who go through the Lounge are all important, though most only ever post once there and never again. That is okay too. We all have our lives to live. It is like I am sitting on the front porch waving hello to every passerby. Most times, I get a friendly hello and almost never a goodbye. Occasionally, I will run a contest for Charlotte and a few of the passersby’s will stop in for a bit and play a short game. I try not to get into anything too elaborate. People do get upset when the rules are too complicated. I don’t want upset people! So I do require gp’s upon occasion, but not too often. Charlotte likes the shiny things becoming one with her scales. There is a special ritual that I am willing to share with you that allows me to get gp’s from the group leader. Here it is: Nope, I take it back. the ritual is too precious to share. So, this about covers my most favorite thing about the PDG; I like greeting people and watching them go on to more fame. Yep, there it is!
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IF. IF. IF. WHAT? They said little Jillie couldn't do what she claimed of fire but they were wrong and now dance to a new song over the flames they leap higher and higher... |
| Perhaps it is better to have uncommon sense. Failing that, I may just fall back on common sense, right? |
| I braked for you so hard I left a skid mark. How romantic! Or not, definitely not. I was standing, talking to a fellow in a hallway today when a bunch of people rush on by. One of the ladies speaks up and says, "Careful you don't get run over by a bunch of women." This lady had the body of a woman but a very manish, gruff voice and looked almost boyish. The fellow said, "Are you certain of that?" But not where she could hear. Yes, some people are inconsiderate. The reason I thought this was worth mentioning was that she reminded me of a person I wrote my NaNoWrimo novel using her as a model. It could have been her? Temporary help does come back on occasion. Even years later. I didn't know this person, but I kept her name, Brandi. Brandi. A touching name, don't you think? No, it wasn't a romance novel by any means. It was actually a Sci-Fi novel taken place in space in a space ship...Nothing wrong with adventure! |
 So, I see a spider in its web and I also see letters written in the web. I think this story has been done before but the spider didn't get the memo! It isn't a very clear picture, sorry. This is the underside of the spider. It has two, straight yellow lines on its belly. I thought it was cool. Truth is, I saw this nature contest advertised and I thought to go look for inspiration. Pretty cool, right? |
| So, I was lying in the hospital bed listening in to my neighbors and his families business. Hey, they put it out there and it isn't like it was a private room. The old man, I didn't know his name, found an earing in his bed and told his wife he had an affair in his sleep and he had proof. Oh, he went on about it and was living the story up until a younger voice mentions that it could have belonged to a man. It was pretty quiet for a while. Such entertainment! True story. |
| The wife of mine usually takes care of church related stuff, but since she has been working hard getting ready for a craft show, I volunteered to make some dinner rolls for a church picnic involving five churches. It was my first time making rolls from scratch and took about two hours to do and they came out looking terrible but tasting great. The wife was embarrassed but I wouldn't let her make something else. I put my foot down and it didn't get stomped on. The picnic went well. I didn't go up for communion because there were people everywhere and order was out the window. People make me nervous, I admit. I am not sure what phobia that is. Fear of chaotic crowds? When proper lines are formed and order in abundance, I am usually fine. I admit, I am better with characters... |
| My surgery was a success, yay! Then, I saw the operation was on the wrong side of the toe so I spoke up. Hey! No problem, we will do the other side to match...and with that, I am all better again. Doc said I must have a high pain tolerance and that made me laugh. Not true. In this case, I simply don't feel anything. The wife certainly says I don't have a high pain tolerance. In fact, she says I simply react very well to medicine! Someday she will give me positive credit for something. Until then, I will strive to achieve the heavenly state. |
| I was just sitting here looking out my window and admiring the deer I saw there. Yes, a real deer. I had no wish to harm it. No, I am not a vegetarian. I was just thankful we each serve our own purpose here. I don't mean to go 'deep' with this note, just thinking that life is really cool. I guess I will keep it at that. Thanks for stopping by. |
| I went to the company picnick with my family and I wasn't told one of my tickets had to go in the company bucket in order to get the prizes for employees so my name never got called to get a prize. After the names had all been drawn to go up and pick their prizes, they called out an 'oh, by the way', any who's name didn't get called, come up and pick from what was left. I didn't go, even though my wife obviously got mad at me. I still didn't go. Truth was, I was feeling nervous around so many people and I was feeling like I was going to puke. I didn't go up. This was my second picnic in nearly twenty years. I walked away with nothing as prizes go. That and a mad wife who hasn't hardly talked to me since. That was Saturday. Monday, today, they find out I didn't get a prize so they bring me out a really nice chair and a couple of gift cards. I am enjoying the silence so I don't think I will tell the wife just yet. Maybe come Christmas? Is this bad? |
| Nature is a harsh, beautiful reality. I was coming out of my shed this morning when this fox comes flying by at sonic speed from my perspective. I think it realized how big I was and kept going. I had a crescent wrench in hand and I took off after the fox because it was heading toward the front of my house where I believed I had a cat there. We had recently befriended a couple of wild cats and one had just had kittens somewhere, I am not sure where. They are still very skittish and I only managed to lightly pet the one briefly. I think these cats and their kittens is what brought the foxes in. Isn't that a song? Something like that. WHO LET THE FOXES IN? I like the cats because they help keep the mice down. Meanwhile, I am beginning to suspect that I am living close to the wild. Now all we need is a bigger cat! Or, maybe not. |
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