It’s Friday. I want to write something of depth…I promise, several posts of substance have even been begun–most of which I even REMEMBER!…but the durn self-diagnosed A.D.D. is kicking in and I can’t seem to go there. Can’t seem to finish what I’ve started, which is a lot like how I clean house. And decorate for Christmas. And wash, fold, and put away laundry. I start something, get easily distracted (kind of like a cat or toddler), then move on to the next thing; not exactly forgetting what I was doing, just not completing the task right away. I mean, really, I’ll get to it……………….. eventually.
This drives Tad nuts and when he’s
hovering cracking the whip lighting a fire under my tail around to “encourage” me, I seem not to suffer quite so much from this damnable affliction.
With that in mind, and without further ado, since apparently, I’m queen of “ado”, some random musings, in no particular order. (Should that be “adieu”?)
 Dannos Dangerous Mind has had some posts I liked over the past week or so. Xmas or Christmas might surprise some people, he has some great food for thought, he repeated a great list by Jim Martin on characteristics of graciousness, and, in keeping with my whole shallow thing I’ve got going on, my favorite was THIS! If you don’t click any other links on this post, don’t miss this one! Youtube continues to blow my mind!
 Vicki has a fun way to build her readership and it involves PRIZES! Just in time for Christmas, she’s having a Mistletoe Giveaway to anyone who reads and comments to her blog (and is willing to send her an address she can mail some to you…tell her I sent you over…we’re t i g h t). The kissin’ count should go up in your household when your little green bouquet arrives!
 Callie, our calico cat, had an absess under her eye. We didn’t know what it was, but were “watching it”. It showed up Wednesday, and yesterday morning it was big…I figured a vet visit was in store today (yesterday I was gone most of the day). I didn’t realize it, but Rachel left her inside (she’s an outdoor/indoor kitty). On our way home from school, Rachel mentioned she had noticed “a little stream of blood” near the absess…AND SHE LEFT HER INSIDE??? When we got home, Callie met us at the door. Apparently, she was starving and needed to “relieve” herself. I picked her up first, though, to check out her eye…and the lump was gone. In its place was matted fur and a happier looking cat.
Uh, uh. She had been inside. And, my CSI training told me where she was. Without the aid of blacklights or dim-bulbed flashlights. On Rachel’s bed :(. Yuck. Double yuck. Heebie jeebies. Cat blood and pus. Ranks up their with snot & boogers, maybe even higher. Man, I hate those three words!
 A BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Karmyn, on reaching her goal of writing 50,000 words in one month for National Novel Writing Month. Karmyn has been a loyal reader since I first went public with my blog, and I heart her. From afar. She might be a stalker, but if she is, she’s a really cute one. PLUS, I NEVER thanked her publically for helping Stephen with a school project about Oregon. I keep waiting for his poster to come home so I can take a picture of it, but I think it’s lost in the shuffle…or still on the wall, I’m not sure. Anyway, he thought it was cool one of my blogger friends helped him, so “Thank you, Karmyn, from both of us!”
 One of the questions in comments on my post about absolutely, positively NOTHING was regarding the phrase “In like Flynn”; I used it on a comment at Swampy’s place. When I asked (after using the expression) “Who was Flynn”, she commented an explanation on my blog. Willowtree was kind enough to correct her (also in comments), and since his explanation was… ahem… sexual in nature, and therefore I was skeptical, I checked it out. If the internet is reliable, and we all know it speaks only truth, looks like they’re both RIGHT!
 I took a page outta Steve’s book on the above-mentioned post. It had racked up quite a few comments, so I over-inflated the count by responding to everyone with their own response rather than a group one. He gets up to triple digits doing that. Me? well, there was a “three” in the number. Brilliant, sorta. Not that I am goverened by whether or not anyone comments (although sometimes I enjoy reading a long thread more than the original post itself…here, there, wherever!) Please be cautioned before clicking his link–his site is VERY
PROFANE RAUNCHY VILE OFFENSIVE “adult” rated. I’m linking as a courtesy, since he gave me the idea and all. He has quite a following (Steve-O, I’d like it better minus a skillion fewer expletives :/…but I don’t think I even hit the radar on your demographic…!) but I appreciate his few comments here remaining PG-rated…my kids do read me, after all. If you visit his place, enter at your own risk.
 What was I thinking? I can’t end on “6”…what’s “6”?? Now “7”, “7” is special. And this special “7” is sending a shout out and a cyber hug to Mert, blogger of a thousand names. “Why?” you ask. Because she favorited me in Technorati. The one and only person who has. I’m feeling the love Mary/Mert/Boatanna (are they really all you or am I totally confused?). Now, what are YOU waiting on? I added the little button for your convenience (on my right sidebar, under “This and That”). Go, get to it! Leave a comment. Favorite my blog. It’s all about me for the next 30 seconds….Aaannnnnnnnnnnnnndddddd, GO!
Ok, this is enough. For now. Til I feel deep and heady. Happy December, y’all!