Men of the Sisters


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I am so very tired! I am highly annoyed because I could not sleep last night, partially because it was too hot, and partially because I hate my pillows. But, not once, but TWICE I ended up with my head at the foot of the bed. And if that isn't bad enough, when I DO sleep, I have very strange dreams. Very aggrivating. And it seems like no matter how much I sleep I can't get enough. And I have very dark circles under my eyes. AND I can't sleep when I want to!!

The more I get to know Zeke, the more he continues to amaze me. He is so very sweet, and gentle, and blunt... =) I truely do feel bad for Laura, that AJ is gone. I feel her pain, but I know there is nothing I can do. But when she sits in a pathetic little heap on the bed and sniffles "I just miss AJ" you feel like packing her up in a FedBox and sending her overnight. Not because it's aggrivating, but because you feel so terrible for her.

And then we have poor Joy. Poor, dear, sweet, lonely, beautiful Joy. Doug does not deserve her, she knows it, we know it, and apparently everyone does but Doug. Anyway, just in case my blog has acquired a following, (which we all know is very unlikely) if any of you faithful readers happen to be under the age of fifty, single, very good-looking, and in seach of a high energy beauty queen, give Joy a email, or IM or something. =) Bwahaha. She is going to read that and freak out.

Well, I have to go run errands, so toddles!


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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.


I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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