As I’ve been reading all y’alls blogs (like this one, and this one), I am amazed at the number of schools that have already started classes. I remember when Michigan schools started the last week of August (I was in High School - in the 181980s) - and then, a couple of years ago, the powers that be decided to go back to starting the Tuesday after Labor Day. Why? So that families could take that one additional week travelling to “up north” & spend money in the Great Lakes State, therefore promoting tourism.

This means that kids don’t get out of school until mid-June. (Families apparently don’t travel before June 17th. huh.)

Kinda like cutting off one end of the blanket and sewing it onto the other? Yea, that’s what I thought.

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One of my goals for this weekend is to update my link list - since I started this blog and have been reading others, I’ve found so many wonderful writers. People who make me think, and laugh, and even, from time to time, shed a tear or two.

(Yea, I know, shut up. You wouldn’t think that someone whose name brings up this image would cry over touching prose. I stick my tongue out at you. I am deep and mysterious).

Aaaaaannnnnyyyway. That’s for this weekend. After I’m done, if I miss anyone that links to me, please let me know. There are people out there that shouldn’t be overlooked.

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Her Bad Mother asked readers to help her raise awareness by posting this.

Please read her post about her darling nephew Tanner and think about donating to Parent Project Muscular Dystrophy.

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And at the risk of overlinking and overasking, here’s something all women should know (click on the pic):

Breast Cancer is a horrible and insidious disease - I’ve touched on the topic here before, but Inflammatory Breast Cancer is something I hadn’t heard of until I read about WhyMommy. Please. Read. Be Aware. Pay attention to your boobies.

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Speaking of boobies. (On a lighter note!) The package from Vicky’s Slutwear came yesterday. Mr. Hot looked at the yellow bra and said “Hmmm. Interesting color.” This morning, when he came in the bedroom while I was getting dressed, (I swear this man hears my undie drawer slide open and suddenly HAS to know my opiniion on today’s weather and traffic report. Even though he doesn’t drive anywhere.) he wanted to see how it looked on. Right. Mr. Fashionista (snort - it makes me laugh to even type that!) wanted to check the color against my skin tone. Did I tell you about my bridge that’s for sale? But, considering that he just pix-messaged me with the beautiful salmon fillets that he’s going to grill later on, I guess he deserves a peep at the perkiness. (snort again. perky. snort.)

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There is something rather interesting going on outside my window right now. About 15 birds (swallows, I think, but the glass is UV coated and they’re really freakin’ fast) are flying loop-the-loops and have been for the last half-hour. Several have hit the windows, although thankfully there are no casualties at this time. I don’t know if it’s the weather (warm and humid, although not as hot as it has been), or if there’s a food source they’re after (every once in a while, I get a really nice view of the underside of a tree frog attached to the glass), but it’s starting to give me the willies. I never got over Alfred Hitchcock’s little movie.

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Oh, remember those 17 forms that I was soooo pissed about the other day? (See, I’m just taking you everywhere with this one, aren’t I?). The people who actually set up the access? Notified me today that the requestor used the wrong fucking version of the form. We always (like one-hundred-fucking-percent of the time) are supposed to get the form from the website because there’s NO notification when the form changes. If you use a copy that you downloaded last month (hell, yesterday for that matter), it could be “the wrong version”. But hey, I’m sure it was an honest mistake. No, really, I’m sure it was.

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Okay, one more thing and I’m off. This is way too much rambling. Even for me. Last night, I read an article in More … the magazine celebrating women 40+ (uh hem. Would you stop snickering? I’ve told you before I’m old.) about this woman who decided to stop dyeing her hair.

She put a profile out on Match.com (with her husband’s permission) for 3 weeks with a picture of her with gray hair. She got over 300 hits and 7 or 8 winks (I can’t remember and don’t have the article with me). Then, three months later, she put the same profile, different name up with a picture where she photoshopped her hair brunette.

Again I don’t have the exact numbers committed to my ever-fading memory, but it was something like 1/3 of the hits, and less than half of the winks.

Notice my avatar over there? Yep. I have gray hair. Have had gray hair since I was 35. I am finally vindicated.

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—- Okay, If you’ve actually managed to survive this post, explain to me how he can hear when I open a drawer? Is it like a cat-and-the-can opener thing? —-

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