New month, new banner. This one was created by the wonderful Christine, who has done many, many of my banners lately. Newt over there in the corner of the banner is cracking me UP.
I’m a little bit torn between being really fucking annoyed at Mother Nature – hello! It’s March! In Alabama! This is some ridiculous, cold-ass shit for March in Alabama, and I am ready to have the temperatures consistently in the 50s at least, thank you very much – and being kind of glad that the temps are what they are. Last year, we had a long warm snap (does warmth snap, or is that only for the cold?) in January, which convinced the fruit trees that it was Spring and thus time to blossom, so despite the 300 (slight exaggeration) fruit trees we have, we ended up with very little fruit.
I’m definitely grateful that we haven’t had any rain for a week. Things are still muddy outside, but not as muddy as they were (not that I’d know, I’ve hardly gone outside these last two and a half weeks, but that’s what Fred reports). Of course, we’re due rain and snow tonight, so there you go.
I guess it’s March’s plan to come in like a lion. LE SIGH.
I did NOTHING yesterday except lay on the couch for hours, reading Fred’s finished masterpiece from beginning to end.
Fred wrote a book, which you might not know if you’re not a regular reader of his site. He wrote it, finished it, edited it, edited it, and edited it yet again before he turned it over to me for a beginning-to-end reading. I knew the plot of the story and had read about half of it in bits and pieces while he was writing it. I also knew most of the plot points, but there were still parts of it that took me by surprise. It’s a real book, and I might be biased (in fact, I likely am), but I think it’s damn good.
Now he’s trying to find an agent, so who knows when y’all will get to read it?
Anyway, I read his book from beginning to end, spent some time online, put some laundry away and nothing else at all, but by the end of the day I was hurting and actually needed to take some of the good drugs to make the pain go away. I was bitching and whining to Fred at bedtime that I was ready to get over this “healing” and “recovery” bullshit, and he pointed out that it’s still been less than three weeks since I’d had surgery.
And I was like, “Are you fucking kidding me?! I thought last Wednesday marked three weeks!!!”
Apparently I lost track of time and thought I was coming up on four weeks, rather than three.
So then I was like, “Huh. Well then, I’m doing pretty damn good for three weeks!”
It’s all about perspective, I guess.
It’s da Poo.
2009: No entry.
2008: No entry.
2007: Natalie Maines could use some wardrobe advice, though, and I hope I’m not trampling all over her Right to Freely Dress Like a Bag Lady when I say that.
2006: It was so friggin’ cute I made Fred listen to it, too.
2005: I have my finger on the pulse of pop culture, apparently.
2004: A day in the life.
2003: What makes me crazy.
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Okay, enough of the wallowing.