Elsie and Alma

Like it?

I added a Like button to the left side of the blog. My intention is to provide another avenue for anyone who might want to read new posts to access them. Some people have an aversion to feed readers.

The theory goes that if you "like" this, then the posts (or at least links to them) would show up in your News Feed on Facebook. (You can already get them from Twitter. Sometimes. I think.). However, I think there is one more step I need to take to share via Facebook and I am trying to avoid it...as it involves blasting it out to everyone I know on FB. I don't mine telling people I attended kindergarten with that "I need more coffee", but I am not completely certain I am ready to invite them all here. And I am more certain many would not be that interested anyway.

Anyway, give this a try and we can see if I can get this option working. Personally, I think the feed reader is the best, but what the heck.

The Typepad instructions are clear-ish, but not completely, and I don't want to test this out without knowing for sure what the outcome will be. It is one of those Reply All moments waiting to happen. You know what I am talking about. 

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TO: JennyB, Entire Dept Alias I forgot to remove

Subject: RE: Some random office thing

Snarky comment about someone else's comment, only meant for JennyB, most likely boss or other entity higher up on the org chart than you. Using the RECALL function only makes it worse. Everyone would have ignored your semi-clever remark, but as soon as they see the RECALL, they will be all over that first message. They're vultures that way.

Soon to be former employee,

You R. SoScrewed

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Anyway, that is all for tonight. Over and out.

Life and how to live it

One way would be to NOT work all weekend, unless the work involves dirt, fabric, yarn, or screaming outside.

There is something about the expression on Soren's face and the way his foot is outstretched that sums up a lot of how I am operating these days. He looks like he is sliding into home plate, maybe, or holding on for dear life while careening around a corner in a sports car just in time to avoid....an explosion? A cliff? A very big rock? And he's there with his sister sitting serenely at his side in a hand-me-down dance recital dress and purple rain boots saying, "Everything will be fine, just hang in there, it's almost over, and then it is all good." They look like characters in a dream you might have after eating too much junk food.

These two. My better angels. Or something. I am hanging in there and coming up for air soon, I think.