Resolutions meme (thanks for the laugh, tepintzin)

In 2007, Helenkacan resolves to...

Find a new gaudi.
Spend more time with my cats.
Eat more daddies.
Go to the sunsets every month.
Go to violin every Sunday.
Connect with my inner tunisia.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

SNORFLE!!!
Um, #2: there's only one, Miss Widge, living at M's place;
#3: akkk, one daddy was more than enough, speaking of which I should reestablish my ties with him as we've drifted apart ... again.
Last one: Hmmm, I wonder what my inner tunisia would be like.

Silly hugs,
H.

Resolutions meme (thanks for the laugh, tepintzin)

In 2007, Helenkacan resolves to...

Find a new gaudi.
Spend more time with my cats.
Eat more daddies.
Go to the sunsets every month.
Go to violin every Sunday.
Connect with my inner tunisia.

Get your own New Year's Resolutions:

SNORFLE!!!
Um, #2: there's only one, Miss Widge, living at M's place;
#3: akkk, one daddy was more than enough, speaking of which I should reestablish my ties with him as we've drifted apart ... again.
Last one: Hmmm, I wonder what my inner tunisia would be like.

Silly hugs,
H.

Some industriousness is better than none.

First of all, I think the horsie blankie worked. I slept for nearly 12 hours. Mind you, it didn't take away the pain. ::stares at blankie:: Well, maybe it's a cummulative effect. Le sigh.

I got snippy with Mon the phone. Sorry, hon, it's my disgruntledness yipping. But I took pain killers hours ago and had a Mike's hard lemonade with some swiss cheese (yup, that was dinner). But complementary tastes.

I'm actually writing and that's why I'm relieved and pleased. OTOH, I'm distressed about all the dust that needs to be so vanishing. Arrgghh. I'm actually wondering (seriously) if I'll have to pay someone to come in and do my dusting. Let me think some more on that.

Anyway, back to the writing. It's a McShep (what, you think I'd abandoned my newest obsession already - nevairrrr) in which Rodney comes down with partial amnesia. Sorry, not a rewrite of Tabula Rasa. It's my own S4 AU. ::pets my brain fondly::

So, I'm going back to doing some more writing and then am going to get the horsies to lull me to sleepyland again.

Productive hugs to all,
H.

Some industriousness is better than none.

First of all, I think the horsie blankie worked. I slept for nearly 12 hours. Mind you, it didn't take away the pain. ::stares at blankie:: Well, maybe it's a cummulative effect. Le sigh.

I got snippy with Mon the phone. Sorry, hon, it's my disgruntledness yipping. But I took pain killers hours ago and had a Mike's hard lemonade with some swiss cheese (yup, that was dinner). But complementary tastes.

I'm actually writing and that's why I'm relieved and pleased. OTOH, I'm distressed about all the dust that needs to be so vanishing. Arrgghh. I'm actually wondering (seriously) if I'll have to pay someone to come in and do my dusting. Let me think some more on that.

Anyway, back to the writing. It's a McShep (what, you think I'd abandoned my newest obsession already - nevairrrr) in which Rodney comes down with partial amnesia. Sorry, not a rewrite of Tabula Rasa. It's my own S4 AU. ::pets my brain fondly::

So, I'm going back to doing some more writing and then am going to get the horsies to lull me to sleepyland again.

Productive hugs to all,
H.