OMG!

It hasn't' been 18 days since I posted!

nope..

can't be..

someone must be STEALING MY POSTS!

yeah...

that's it!

a blogger thief!!

I'm off to find him...

I'll be back!

;)

An Observation...

Sometimes

it feels as if small bits

and sundry pieces

of

me

are becoming

disenfranchised with the whole.

I do worry that

I,

before I notice,

will lose one

or two

that really matter...

and will be unable to chase down anything else...

How Much?? Wait.... Alaska....

The original check that was used to purchase Alaska, a totally remarkable, undeniably brave move.

I say this because of something I learned from "American Judas" that I never knew.

When Booth assassinated Lincoln, a man named Lewis Powell made a concerted effort on Seward's life. You remember Seward, he's the guy who made possible the purchase of Alaska in 1867. On April 14, 1865, Powell entered Seward's house and attacked him as he was sick in bed. He cut him horribly, and injured his son. They thought Seward was dead...

I had no idea that the plot to kill Lincoln was that involved. I love learning new things.

They executed Powell.

But imagine how we would have missed Alaska if he had succeeded..

Oh...

and I have figured out why I haven't posted a lot lately (other than the usual reasons). I need to scan some pictures to discuss, so I'm going to do a bunch at a time and get cracking on this blogging stuff again...

Winky Kismet...

I just had to put a Kismet picture on my blog... She's the sweetest ever puppy.

I made this for bonho. She can print it on a bookmark or put it on the fridge.

Oh.. and I figured out why C.J. puts roadkill on the bed. She puts him there so I will know she's under the covers. She always puts him right where she's sleeping.



Geeze... you jump in bed without looking for kitties ONE TIME, and get reminded FOREVER!

tsk...

The NERVE!

Wouldn't Al just get a kick out of me!

The small person staring at me in total amazement (or amusement... hard to tell) is my nephew. He's 21 now, so you can see how long ago this picture was taken. I was off to a birthday party with a 1940's theme.

So, ANOTHER ultrasound later, it turns out that I DO have a deep vein thrombosis, but not from the blood donation. It's old. Probably when I fell off the ladder in 1999 and broke or damaged a lot of stuff. The needle abomination only (!) caused nerve damage, which still persists. No one has told me what to do about that, but I think it's a case of get better or not.

This donation is costing me a lot of money!

and..

I'm supposed to do it again next week...

I think I need a laudanum fizz first...