Hello from the land of *some* accomplishment!
I actually got a good head start today and plowed through all kinds of stuff. Â Planted tomatoes in my topsy-turvey thingy (third year now that I do it this way), did six loads of laundry, bought two domain names for future stuff, watched a video on Wishlist about setting up a membership site, sent a bunch of emails, and anticipated great things from my Empathy class.
Momentum sputtered out somewhere along the line, though (it was while watching a movie that I thought would be humorous and slightly dirty but turned into a sob-fest for me for about a thousand reasons), and I lost my mojo.  Been floating ever since. Even playing BaboCrash on my iPad isn’t making me happy.  I’ll snap out of it. (Right?)
(Damn, this post is boring.  Wondering if I need a blog-vacation or possibly some electro-shock therapy. Perhaps some wine will do the trick.  Although you don’t really want to see me drunk posting. I’ve done it once or twice and it’s, uh, an illuminating look inside my head. Not for the faint of heart.)
Also, too – enjoying the Granny Grifter and her Rolling Blunder tour this weekend. Such good fodder for the snark. I feel truly sorry (I do!) for all the people who cannot see through her antics and give her their money and energy. Â They will have a very rude awakening when she is finally seen for who she has been all along (money grubbin’ whore at minimum). Â Wearing that ginormous cross to signal the “believers” that she is one of them when she is anything BUT Christian in her actions. Â Appalling. And just plain sad.
(I admit that reading the anti-Palin blogs are my current escape from reality until Cooklandia opens for business once again. Â Cooklandia is probably better for my mental health in general and almost as much fun!)
I find that staying away from our television is usually best when I am on a roll. But you'll get there in the end, wherever there may be for you.
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I clicked on the link and boy, the poster makes that movie look like it would be good, racy fun. But I understand how a movie can change your mood — for good or for bad.
Ah, Sarah. Just remember, the more we see her, the less we want her. Her "fans" will follow her to the ends of the earth, and she can energize them to donate money and vote for her, making her a winner in the primaries, but the vast majority of the country will look at her and be either horrified or embarrassed. I think somehow she knows this, too, and she'll go the way of Trump.
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