Over As Quickly As It Started


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My career as a Taxi Girl is over. Almost. While I do not have to drive the second sister to the airport tonight, I still have to pick up sister one from the train station Sunday.

I did managed to get sister one to the train station last night, minus the checkered stockings and yellow slicker. I also managed to get myself horribly lost in the slums of Wilmington, at least I THINK it was Wilmington, but honestly, I was a bit confused when I finially arrived on the main highway and it said "Welcome to Wilmington." But, I didn't think I would stop and ask.

My drive home was rather uneventful, save the fact I thought I was going to get stopped on my suspended license, even though I was driving with a radar detector. That right there, is a whole story in and of itself, the suspended license that is.

In any event, since I no longer have to play taxi girl, I now get to prepare for this weekend's guests.



Let the games begin!


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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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