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I opened a short email to a friend this way, a few days ago:

No time to chat, ::frown::

In my head for the last few days I've been composing a letter to all the people around me whom I owe time (letters, list, chapters, phone calls, books, journal entries, graduation gifts, visits, etc.) to, saying basically, "I love you, I haven't forgotten you, I'm busy, I'm physically iffy, etc."  In much more detailed, soothing language.  But I haven't actually had time to write it.  You're on the list of recipients.  Maybe I should hire you to write it. ;-)
She didn't take me up on the hint.  I was only half joking.  Half of me was in there going, "Please, please, somebody writing me a good excuse note!"  There's either something seriously wrong with me or I'm very seriously over-committed.  Definitely the second.  Maybe both.
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You know how sometimes dogs or cats will get themselves or their collar/tags caught in the handles of a bag or something and then run around like crazy thinking they're being chased?  

Not here.

Katy (the white German Shepherd) keeps getting her tags caught in the AC vent she likes to lie on top of. When she was a puppy, it trapped her there and she'd have to whine until someone rescued her. Then she got big enough that one day when she stood up, the grill came with her! So now she just calmly walks over to the nearest human so they can detach it.  Katy up close
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When you find a big kettle of crazy, it's best not to stir it.   —Dilbert


Mar. 1st, 2009 11:53 am
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Chocolate is Sanity
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Remember those Christmas card we mailed today?  Mark was writing some of them last night.  I sat down beside him to open the incoming mail. Nice card, bill, nice card, oops - someone we forgot, nice card, oddly familiar card . . .  I had to read the message twice, and look at the card again, and then notice our signatures to realize I'd just opened one of the ones Mark had just written and sealed.  This is a new kind of crazy for us, but indicative of this time of the year.
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Sanity is a treatable condition…with psychiatric help, involuntary hospitalization, the extensive use of restraints, neuroleptic drugs, ECT, and the guidance of NAMI, Sanity can be fully and permanently overcome. It happens every day.

Shoshanna Moser, “Glossary

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Today, I got a new dryer.  I know, big whoop.  And it wasn't even one of those fancy $1300 ones.  Almost the cheapest you could get. 


The one I replaced, because it quit getting hot, was 21 years old.  Older than my oldest child.  If you exclude the antique furniture and stuff I inherited from Grandmother, probably the oldest thing I owned  And we moved that thing from California to Ohio to Alabama.  (They say every time you move furniture or an appliance you age it ten years.)  Good machine.  Kenmore, I think.

While I was at Lowes, I went ahead and bought the stupid dishwasher I've been putting off buying for a year or more. Not the cheapest, but close.  I have a hard time caring about appliances.  The boy at Best Buy wanted to sell me that shiny red, fancy dryer.  I told him all those buttons scared me.  He started telling me all it would do.  So I covered up 3/4 of the dial on the cheap one, and said, "Honey, I'm only going to use this cycle -- ever.  This one (the cheap 4 cycle one) does more than I need a dryer to do!" He sort of wandered off hoping the crazy lady went quietly.
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