I noticed that my reputation points had gone up at Technorati, so I took a quick look to see why there was suddenly a little bit of a surge in sites linking to me.
I laughed out loud. Evidently, you can’t use the word “impotence” anymore. My blog post “Bush Loyalists Admit Impotence” got picked up by a bunch of junk sites.
You can imagine.
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Woo-hoo! It’s my favorite day of the year!
Fall-back, fall-back, it’s the time for fall-back!
Finally.
I’m not a morning gal. My natural rhythm would have me awake until about 2 a.m. and sleeping until 10 a.m. Moms don’t get to do that.
Still, my morning routine is streamlined to take advantage of every possible minute more of sleep. Clothes are laid out the night before, and all the rest.
I can get ready to go in 20 minutes flat, 10 if I don’t need to take a shower. And that includes feeding Ben some breakfast.
As long as I have a cuppa coffee right away, I’m golden.
I woke up on my own this morning at about 8 a.m. That’s sleeping pretty late, since it’s when Ben has to be sitting at his desk on a weekday.
But it was only 7 a.m.!
‘Cuz it’s fall-back, fall-back, what a lovely fall-back.
Kinda puts a glisten on the whole day.
My friend Amanda innocently suggested that I join her in adding the visual bookshelf application to my Facebook page.
Little did she know that it’s just the sort of thing I would latch onto when I’m bummed out. I guess it’s better than some of the alternatives.
I’ve already listed well over a thousand books that I’ve already read, and more than a hundred that I want to read. It’s ridiculous, because that doesn’t even begin to really address the sheer number of books that could be listed. I still read about 5-6 books a week, and I’m not a kid.
I don’t think I quite realized until just this moment: I am – truly – a complete bookworm nerd.
What a strange collection it turns out to be.
It turns out that my car has no collision insurance.
Oh, yay.
A very spiritual, devout and holy priest dies and is immediately swept up to heaven.
St. Peter greets him at the Pearly Gates, and says, “Hello, Father, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time. Welcome to Heaven! You are very well known here, and as a special reward, because you are such a spiritual and holy man, we’re going to grant you anything you wish even before we enter Heaven. What can I grant you?”
“Well”, the priest says, “I’ve always been a great admirer of the Virgin Mother. I’ve always wanted to ask her a question.”
St. Peter nods his head to one side, and lo and behold who should approach the priest but the Virgin Mary!
The priest is beside himself, and he manages to say, “Mother, I have always been a great admirer of yours, and have studied everything I could about you and followed your life as best I could. I have studied every painting and portrait ever made of you, and I’ve noticed that you are always portrayed with a slightly sad look on your face. I have always, always wondered what it was that made you sad. Would you please tell me?”
“Well”, says Mother Mary, “to tell the truth, I was really hoping for a girl.”
(thanks, Sharon P!)