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Really.
Widow. Lover. Friend.
And I have no widgets to speak of, whatsoever. At least according to my gynaecologist.
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I worked as a rehabilitation therapist.
I have a lot of notes laying around about things that I saw while working in rehab, it was the most grueling 2 years of my life.
I had a toddler and an infant at home, and I’d spend my day teaching adults how to do things they used to know how to do.
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Because I’m a widow, and I know what it’s like not to say his name for awhile.
And because I’m crying, and maybe because I’ve followed Kelly for years when she was a red dirt girl, and when I was a bastage. Um…I mean “follow” like “I read your xanga” and not “I’m stalking you”. Jes’ sayin’.
No Ninterweb?!
I have been without computer and ‘net access since…gawd, it’s so long that I can’t remember anymore.
It.
Sucked.
And not in the good way.
I don’t like their balls.
I like SuperBowl Sunday about as much as I like recovering from abdominal surgery.
That is all.
Because I can’t help but laugh at this…
Yeap, I actually made green eggs and ham. I did not eat the dratted things.
Oh crud.
I have absolutely no clue what I’m doing with this.
I Xanga’ed for years - I Xanga no more, but that’s largely because having to avoid your ex’s occasionally psychotic current spouse gets old rather quickly. I LJ’d for awhile but as that was really the grief journal, it didn’t serve to pacify my current urge to blog about bullshit.
Damn buttons. Now I have to unlearn my old tricks and learn some new ‘uns.
Bugger.
Pretentious?
Me? Oh surely not.
