Nose To The Grindstone


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After a lovely vacation in the charming hills of Conneticut, Porkchop is back at work, back at home and back to being her normal charming self.

My deepest apoligies for falling off the face of the earth, but Blogger would NOTLETMEPOST before I left. And while I am very sorry for the rudeness of it all, it created a very lovely seven days without electronic interference.

But. I am now back at work. Facing quarterly reports and a list of mistakes that was found while I was gone. I go home and I face a room that desperately needs to be cleaned and a huge suitcase to be unpacked. And, a cat. THATLIKESTOSLEEPONMYFACE.


I cannot honestly say it's good to be back. But I will lie through my teeth. Because I am like that.


1 Responses to “Nose To The Grindstone”

  1. Blogger Memphis 

    Yes, yes, I am waaaay behind on commenting on your posts, but what can I do? This is just how it is.

    OK, so My Wife and her mother took a week of my vacation time to drive through Connecticut, stopping at every tourist site in the tourism book and then searching for a hotel to sleep in every night. It was about as exciting as throwing rocks at squirrels for 7 straight days. Wheeeee. We could have seen every sight in Connecticut, Massachusetts, and Maine too, in that amount of time.

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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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