A quick note to my Blog World friends out
there: I am unable to visit Typepadsites (and some others, like Bossy and
OK, Where Was I?) from work
this week!* I don't know why, but there you go. I can't even see my own site,
although I can see the work pages (but I can't upload photos -- this stinks).
So half of my favorite blogs to visit have been
largely unvisited by me this week (evenings are usually for writing). I am
working on the problem. I'm not ignoring you -- in fact, I feel sort of panicky
and crabby because of it.
Time for an internetvention. *That'd be on my lunch hour, of course.
I think it's almost Thanksgiving in Canada. Checking my calendar would be WAY too difficult, so I'll just pretend I know what the heck I'm talking about.
Happy Thanksgiving, my Canadian friends! In case you need some things to be thankful for, I'll loan you some of mine tonight.
-- Red wine, big sweaters, bare feet, full tummy, first chill of fall, quiet house, nothing pressing.
-- Peanut butter balls, jeans made with lycra, Canada geese, fresh clean sheets.
-- Functioning hot water heater, bralessness, Lyle Lovett and His Large Band, terrible jokes, husbands who cook, siblings, mute buttons.
-- Generous grandparents, digital cameras, thick hair, Jolly Ranchers, friendly convenience store owners, rainy Saturdays, donkeys.
-- Sleeping past dawn, lifelong friends, the armed forces, Swiffers, homemade soup, electricity.
-- Scotch tape, good mousers, volunteer firemen, Queen Latifah, literacy, the love of my children.
I may have forgotten a few things, so feel free to add your own. Spelling doesn't count, but originality does. Happy Thanksgiving to Shellie, Shelley, Jennifer, Fay, Sharon Rose, and all Canadian friends out there.
My friend Jed in Newcastle, Australia, sent me this this morning, in honor of International Womens' Day. I thought I'd share. If I do it right you can click on it to make it big enough to read.
Knowing Jed, who is a bus driver, he's been driving past this sign for weeks and brought a camera along to record it for posterity. Or, maybe not. Anyway, cheers to you, my cheeky friend, and Happy International Womens' Day to all.
I'm celebrating by NOT pole dancing, for a change.