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Animal Kingdom

Disney Part 2 🙂  My favorite park was Animal Kingdom.  It was lovely and lush…and full of animals.  I particularly enjoyed the safari ride and a couple of trails you can walk through.

The picture to the left is the Tree of Life.  Or I should say, one little part of it.  How many animals can you pick out?

Okay, I’m not going to go into all the boring talk today, but mostly just share some photos.  With boring captions. continue reading…

Disney Vacation

I can hardly believe that exactly one month ago, I was in the middle of a Disney Vacation.  Time flies when you’re…old.

Thankfully, you’re never too old for Disney World.

I’ve been wanting to write about it, because it was such a fabulous time, but I got sick just before we came home.  And then I kept being sick and not doing much by way of writing, then time slipped by faster and faster.  Now, I’m faced with another problem about getting older: although my enthusiasm for the subject is just as bright and shiny, my memories are not.  They are becoming rather fuzzy, in fact, on the finer details.  But I did take a ton of pictures, so I’m going to share a few of those with you.  You can pretend this is the seventies and you’re sitting on my couch watching vacation slides.  Aren’t you the lucky ones? continue reading…

Not so Thankful in September


I started feeling better yesterday.  Yay for me!  I was still stuffed up a bit, and the cough that won’t quit…well, it won’t quit.  But still, when I got to work I was in a better mood, certainly more upbeat, and ready to face the challenges of the night.  Today I feel even better.  I have a little tickle in my chest, and I still sound sick and congested, but I can breathe!  Which is a definite bonus.  I like breathing.  It’s totally awesome.

As I was driving home last night, I kept thinking about a co-worker to whom I had voiced a lot of my frustrations over the last two weeks – just negative, negative thinking and feelings.  And I can hope (wish?) that it was a symptom of being sick, even though I do have a tendency to get easily frustrated and, though I hate to admit it, angry.  In a nutshell, I want things to go my way.  Because, you know, I am The Great and Powerful Oz.  My way is best, so you’d best do it my way.  Normally I can keep that all in my head.  But when I’m sick or just at the end of my proverbial rope, Woosh!, or whatever sound a geyser makes, because it’s like a geyser of bitchyness all up in here. continue reading…

Emmm-burr-a-sin’

A technician from the alarm company came to the store last night to fix the keypad on our back door. Which I had called in.  Which, it turns out, was not actually broken.  Apparently my brain was broken.  Is broken?  Anyway, this is what happened:

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