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Buzz off Week

That's the way it should be.  This has been a bust of a week.  From yellow jackets to yellow-bellied cowards.  From sitting at a desk to stories of possible bike rides.  Confusing?   Think how I feel. So, there's these scary yellow jackets that seem to pop up every fall and spring at my source of nourishment, aka, my job.  Not one or two, we're talking, like, lots.   I would attach a  before and after video for your viewing pleasure, but as I've just established myself while trying to do that, I'm not -- well, I can't.   I don't know how. They bombed the bees -- which is easier to say than yellow jackets -- and the floor was COVERED!!! What's up with that?   Isn't that construed as unsafe working conditions.   Hmmm. Well, we can't do anything about those unsafe working conditions, but sometimes in life there's unacceptable living situations that we can do something about.   That's where the yellow-bellied cowards come in...

Starting Up

Soooo  I'm starting a new business.   It's call YOWBABY .   Go me, right?!  Obviously, I think it's very cool.   I mean, I get to encourage others, raise money for epilepsy, have fun and make a little money in the meantime.   What more could a girl ask for?  Then along comes the accountant.   He's got jokes.   So funny.   He's like, "Try not to spend too much money for the rest of the year."    WHAT!!!   HAHAHAHA!!!  You're telling a girl not to spend money.   Is he serious?  That's making me laugh right now writing this.   :) Bummer, he is serious.   It's for my best interest.  Okay.  We'll see.   I am putting in my little head that "I can do that."   Yes.  Do that. Keep repeating "I think I can.  I think I can" to myself and we'll see how that goes.  Until next time -- Me

Time

Time is fleeting.   I admit it, I'm one of those people who hate the change in time.   I can get with it.   I have to get with it, but I hate it.   I'm wearing a sweet shirt I bought right now.  Right this minute.   You know, sweet to me.  Probably not to others.   It has like a flared collar and flowing sleeves.   My brother sent me a photo of him and I holding a rattlesnake in 1978 at the Waurika Ratttlesnake Hunt -- yes, there are things like that in Oklahoma. But the shirt I'm wearing in that photo has the same flared collar and flowing sleeves.   I'd almost say it was cut from the same pattern, but that was 1978.   It couldn't be.  Or could it??? Whoa!!   The passage of time does scare me.  I think I'm scared of time going into the future almost as scared I am of frogs.   Yes.  Frogs.   Dude, those things are scary.   They,...