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Too fucking hilarious. Courtesy of Icanhascheezburger.com

Joined a new community invisiblyill That's invisibly ill, for people with illnesses that aren't readily obvious. There's a lot of coping required of people who have problems that aren't visible to the general public.  Not to mention the coping required to deal with each of the illnesses.  Strange how many people have multiple problems, sometimes one brought on by another.  You can learn a lot from LJ. 

In other news, there is no news.  Still trying to get the same stack of stuff off my desk that's been here for over a week.  Why, you ask? Because I can't find a shit to give and only do something to one or two pieces of stuff before I go back to spider, or back to LJ, or back to yahoo.  

And no, I have no comment about Heath Ledger, except it's a shame to see another young star gone.  I think enough has been said by others.  

I got my ears pierced today at lunch - second holes.  Didn't hurt as much as it has in the past and I'm grateful.  I have all these great stud and tiny hoop earrings with sapphires, etc., and I never wear them because I don't wear any small earrings in my main holes. My face is absolutely too round to do that. So now I have a way to wear all those nice expensive-looking earrings without going chub.  Brent has been commenting when I wear my hair up, he likes it that way, so my ears are more visible these days.  (I'm not doing it every day though because it gives me a headache, and might be part of the cause of the TMJ issue.)  

So I sit here twisty-turning my little hearts.  Scarlett will be surprised.

EXXXXCELLENT day. 

Scarlett and I were in the car by eight a.m. to hit the local radio station yard sale. We walked for two hours, maintaining connection by cell phones, and spent entirely too much money.  

We came home, and I rested and plotted the remainder of the day. Called and confirmed with Brent, then got started in the kitchen. I had pasta cooking in the microwave and hot dog chili cooking on the stove while ironing patches on my jeans. Yes. All at the same time.  Seriously.  If I hadn't forced myself to eat around noon, I probably wouldn't have bothered until we had hotdogs at three. I couldn't begin to explain why I had no appetite today, but I didn't. 

I showered, finished a load of clothes and packed the cooler and the car. We left several things behind, but picked them up on the way.  Picked up Brent, and headed to the park. We had a VERY good time just hanging out under the trees while Scarlett walked all the paths, fed the geese and hit the swings, then we cooked.  Brent has been going on about Scarlett's vocabulary and ingenious behavior since three p.m. (and yes it's now eleven) 

Scarlett wanted to fish, but of course we had no poles, so she made one. Found some fishing twine, a long stick, a couple of heavy items to use as floaters, and a goose down feather as bait. She had the best time with that pole. My cousin Carole brought her 3 year old daughter Autumn to the park for an hour or so, but Autumn fell, and was quite tired - so Carole took her home. Turned out when Autumn fell she broke her wrist, and they were just getting home from the hospital at about ten this evening. 

I dumped the hot coals onto the ground so I could transport my grill back home. They were glowing and smoking, so I attempted to scatter and stomp the ashes - while wearing my thong sandals. Stupid ass me. I now have a blister under my right big toe. 

We took Brent home at about six and headed back here. We've been watching t.v. and playing on the computer, dragging out toys and generally being laz-abouts. 

A wonderful day indeed. 

There will be brunch at the Marriott tomorrow with some family members, because my mother is out of town until Monday. She is a bit pissed about that, since she'll be spending Mother's Day with her step-children. Eh. Sometimes the husband wins, even when the battle is all in his head. My toe hurts. I'm goin' to bed.