Monday, January 30, 2006
Sunday, January 29, 2006
Panic, and Big Brother
Here I sit, listening to my lovely Ben Folds on a Sunday afternoon. I look out our sliding doors to the balcony and I can see the gorgeous cliff of Blomidon, and I notice that the tide is in, blue and sparkly. It makes me miss the summertime.
My Scotland interview is approaching very quickly, and somehow I still have my fingernails; they have not been reduced to the uneven, scratchy, pinkish quick. I am not nervous at all, and I am wondering what the hell has happened to me. An interview would have sent me into a panic a couple of years ago. hmmmph
I am wondering how much people can find out about a person using the internet. Is big brother watching? I wonder if people can find out your ip address and then follow you to all the sites you visit. I am uber paranoid these days due to old ghosts. I wonder how long this little haven will remain a hidden garden.
My Scotland interview is approaching very quickly, and somehow I still have my fingernails; they have not been reduced to the uneven, scratchy, pinkish quick. I am not nervous at all, and I am wondering what the hell has happened to me. An interview would have sent me into a panic a couple of years ago. hmmmph
I am wondering how much people can find out about a person using the internet. Is big brother watching? I wonder if people can find out your ip address and then follow you to all the sites you visit. I am uber paranoid these days due to old ghosts. I wonder how long this little haven will remain a hidden garden.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Starting up a new bloggerific blog!

Here I go again, on my own!!!
As though I don't have enough already, I am now starting a new blog. I gave the boot to my old Livejournal account. Too many old memories haunting me there. More than anything, I want to be as close as I can be to my Martha. I miss her.
Introducing my son, Terrence to the world. He enjoys climbing on his clementine box!
Oprah is a huge tool! I am watching her, and I can recall her pushing this book called A Million Little Pieces back in the summer. It was one of her book club novels, and of course everyone bought it. Now they are finding out that the author lied (it was supposedly a memoir, but he made up a good portion of it). Imagine, somebody actually MADE SOMETHING UP in order to sucker Oprah! *insert eye rolling here* I am almost glad that she got her leg pulled. Sometimes rich people should get screwed over too!


