Things change daily with me it seems. No one could measure anything by my life. I am now at a crossroads of sorts. I have been tentatively offered a position somewhere I would not mind living, but honestly, I really do not want to move. I like it here, even with all its downfalls and negatives. I have come to be kind of settled. I know this sounds totally foreign coming from me, the nomad, but I realize that I want more than just great adventures. Or maybe I want to share some great adventures.
I have been off the writing gig a little. I hated the chapter I posted from Southside, so I removed it. I am re-working it back to what I first intended. Never let an editor give you a strong suggestion :)
The nine-year-old is driving me mad with all his jabbering. I have resorted to wearing earplugs or noise-cancelling earphones. I am not sure if this is PC of me as a new parent, but it is the only way I can go without thinking about gagging him.
So what do you think about the whole "Obama went to Mars" craziness? What else could possibly be brought up? As we move into the political chaos, I have to laugh daily at all the dirt the candidates dig up on each other. Then you have Trump who says he will enter the race only if the Republicans do not come up with a candidate to beat Obama. Well, he better dust off his campaign fund and stock away the rest of his worth because there aren't any good candidates. What I mean is that they have all been dirtied by their own party-craziness.
I have been off the writing gig a little. I hated the chapter I posted from Southside, so I removed it. I am re-working it back to what I first intended. Never let an editor give you a strong suggestion :)
The nine-year-old is driving me mad with all his jabbering. I have resorted to wearing earplugs or noise-cancelling earphones. I am not sure if this is PC of me as a new parent, but it is the only way I can go without thinking about gagging him.
So what do you think about the whole "Obama went to Mars" craziness? What else could possibly be brought up? As we move into the political chaos, I have to laugh daily at all the dirt the candidates dig up on each other. Then you have Trump who says he will enter the race only if the Republicans do not come up with a candidate to beat Obama. Well, he better dust off his campaign fund and stock away the rest of his worth because there aren't any good candidates. What I mean is that they have all been dirtied by their own party-craziness.
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