Just a Real Quick Happy Dance

This here is the honor of the week for me, heck who am I kidding, honor of the really long time for me, cuz I can't remember the last time someone gave me an award!

But I can't finish all the rulez to receiving this award because it is hard to hold my head, close my eyes and blog at the same time. It also makes for an odd looking dance, but Daisy, I am dancing on the inside, just not moving my head. The vicadin are not working today.

I worked with sunglasses on today, normal for some perhaps but odd for me.

It is way past my bedtime, but nut job radio and migraines do not mix well. So now I am going to go see if Dirt is asleep enough to leave the radio off. I have no idea what they are talking about tonight but the way my day is going it is either the breathairian or some chick having an alien baby. How such a smart, wonderful, caring, concrete thinking man can listen to that craziness, I have no idea.

I know, you may wonder why I received an award right now with such a lamo post. Better luck tomorrow, and I will finish the rules for sure. Good night dear reader, I am praying that you are all safe and sound and finding that the Holy Spirit guides you more each day, by leaps and bounds.

What Time Is It?

It is 2:15, I am not living on the Artic Circle, consequently it is very dark right now, but in spite of that our rooster is crowing, a lot. And of course Dirt has his conspiracy-nut-job radio on. Is he listening? No but if I turn it off he'll just turn it back on. I am so happy to hear that a disabled turtle was fitted with prosthetics in the form of a skate board so that she can mate again.

Ahh, the things you too could learn if you were up late at night listening to confused roosters crow. My toe aches so much I am not sleeping well but I guess maybe there are some people and situations that need prayer and if I run out of prayers I could read Teresa of Avila.

Yes, dear reader, I have her back so we can begin to go through Interior Castle together.

What The Heck?

Okay, are you listening to George Noory tonight? My husband is sound asleep but I know if I try to turn off the radio he will just roll over in his sleep and turn it right back on.

Katherine Albrecht is something else, man she is sure worried. I guess every generation needs a good worrier or two, on both sides. Go Al, Go Katherine.

So how many RFID chips are lurcking in your clothing do you think? And is your life so exciting that the government wants to know? Mine sure is! Illegal children, illegal animals, illegal somethin' elses I'm sure! No one is knocking on my door, darn, never any excitement.

Hey! this could bring back that whole cool thing we used to do in High School - trade clothes for the week with our friends. That'll over work their stinking tracking system cause I am sure the government wants to know what I am doing on Thursday! But then they'll think that I'm my friend and my other friend is me. That'll serve them right for spying!

I wonder if they put RFID's in egg cartons - anyone out there know the answer to that? Fellow Coast to Coast-ers?

Uh oh now there is a new guy on and I heard them mention the Pope.... ah the Pope and UFO's umh, umh.


ARRRGHH I wish another radio station came in at night. With a midnight car talk. Or radio food network. _ oooh maybe not, the kitchen is no place to be in the middle of the night, conscious or unconscious.

Just Heard It On The Radio

Mclendon Hardware guy, "Word of the day, Junuary."

What next Julibruary?