If you spend days on mother fucking DAYS on end writing grants you don't have time to, or even feel like, writing posts.
AND if the internets at you HOME decide to never fucking work, well then you can’t post pictures of the white trash 4th of July.
Then your blog produces some near approximation of a death rattle.
And dies. The end.
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a.k.a. Fiona
Some people see the glass as half empty, some see the glass as half full...I just want to know who the HELL drank my wine!
About Me
- Fannie
- I am Fannie: a 40ish mom of two daughters; Precious Oldest (23) and Precious Youngest (20), who are both in college, please pray for me. I have been married to the Saint for 26 years. We share our home with a cairn terrorist. This is my story.
More information than you need
Things I read when I should be working
- Daisy's Secret Garden
- Derfwad Manor
- From The Frontlines
- Go Fug Yourself
- Green Girl In Wisconsin
- I Miss My Sanity
- Jen On The Edge
- Journals of a Working Mom
- Juggling Life
- Madame Queen
- Mamarazzi
- My Life as a Hotfessional
- My Life In A Drawer
- Okay, Fine, Dammit
- Opiate of the Masses
- Random Ramblings
- sAy AnYtHing
- Say La Vee
- The More The Messier
- The Rocking Pony
- The Underpaid Kept Woman
- The Women's Colony
- Tired Momma
- Vintage Thirty
Cairn Terrorist
a.k.a. Fiona
6 comments:
I wouldn't say that your blog died. It just paused and waited for you to come back. :-)
Oh man. At least your kid brought the garbage out. I mean, perspective, right?
To my mind, computer trouble is just like car trouble--AWFUL.
Not the end end, I hope!
Not a post for Grace in Small things...?
please don't leave us!
Does this mean I should stop holding my breath?
Do you need me to give you, er...it, mouth-to-mouth?
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