Gosh

Gosh I wish blogs had sound effects. Wouldn’t that be great? This post would feature a creaky door, hollow footsteps and maybe creepy bat wing sounds.

But no, there are no sound effects. Simply my usual array of excuses as to my absence: Writing grants out the ass - I’m tired! Daughter home for a visit – too busy playing to post! New and extended drama with my sister now including a car accident AND a stolen vehicle – stressed to the max! Questioned by the FBI – intriguing but disconcerting!

What can I say? As each day unfolds it would take a Herculean effort on my part to get the details of each saga/adventure/drama fitted into words, sentences and paragraphs. So I skulk at the edges of the blogosphere. Reading but rarely commenting. Wondering if I should quit cold turkey. Back to the days when I didn’t know what a blog WAS.

But of course I can’t. I need to know what’s going on in California and Wisconsin and Nebraska. In Virginia and Colorado and Tuvalu. What of Florida and Illinois? I find myself invested in the lives of people I’ve never met.

So here I am. With a question no less! If blogs had sound effects what would yours be?

A Girl Could Get Misty

The internets can be a wonderful place. Some of my favorite bleeps are writers/aspiring authors/book reviewers. They have book giveaways on their blogs on a regular basis.

In the span a few short days I won not one but TWO book giveaways! Thanks to Green Girl For "News To Me" and to Jenn for "The Red Queen"!

If you don't hear from me you can assume I'm off on a reading jaunt!

Poop

I am buried at work. As in balls to the wall with a fund raiser (new event in this economy? Oy!) and the auditor in the office to boot.

I'm trying to read up on what's been going on with my bleeps and get some vacation pictures off my camera. Really I am. But first I have to deal with sweet potato poop in my oven. Sheesh.

All around the blogosphere

My Bleeps are telling me that today is:



That means that all you folks out there READING here, but failing to comment, are suppose to come out of the woodwork and say "Hi". I promise I'll clickety click right over to your place and have a look around. And leave a damn COMMENT already. Sheesh.