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at least
02/18/2008 = 11:22 AM

The Secret Word today is two words: at least.

I'm the only person I know who's done something like fifty blogs for this, the shortest month of the year (and we're only halfway through it), and only five or six of them actually appear on my own site. I guess it's at least    time for an update of sorts.

Another one of those cold, windy, icy-rainy days where I realize that, if nothing else, at least    I got my wish not to have to go to work in this weather.

Stay with me. I have to do the begging part, which is my new job, first, and then I'll get to anything else that's gone on, lately.

And now, the begging part.

Yes, I wish I could shut up about this subject once and for all. Yes, I know you're tired of hearing of it. Yes, I'm tired of talking about it. But it's the thing that's been nagging at my mind constantly since the 31st of January, the thing that's been insinuating itself into every thought:

• I have to do laundry and vacuum the living room [and I have time because we're both unemployed]
• Let's see, grocery list: soda, bread, eggs, soy milk [and no treats because we're both unemployed]
• That's a cute commercial [for a product I can't buy because we're both unemployed]
• I have to jump in the shower [but not because I'm going to be late for work since we're both unemployed]

So if you are sick and tired of reading my thoughts on my blog, gee, I'm really sorry. I highly recommend you go read your own; I'm led to understand it's chock full of stuff that you find fascinating.

I think I'm caught up on almost everyone who bought a guest post from me, so if you paid for one before today (I got a couple this morning that I'm working on) and haven't received it yet, let me know. Some of them went to people's spam boxes because they were attached txt files, and some spam filters don't like that.

If you haven't bought one yet, they're still for sale.We can't file our taxes yet because That Man of Mine's last employer is "looking into" why we haven't received his W2 yet, which means we'll get it this week, dated with today's postmark, and they'll say it "must have gotten lost in the mail." I need money, even just two bucks at a time, and  I'm sure  I think  I'm pretty sure  I have no reason to doubt  no one's said otherwise  people seem to be feeling that, if they're not getting their money's worth, at least    they didn't lose too much and they got to help someone a little.

Also, let me know if you would mind horribly if someday, I were to take the guest posts I have been writing for you, collected them all together, and released them as a book. My sweet babboo suggested it, but I think you own the guest post because you paid for it. If you have suggestions for how I could give you a little pop for such a thing, such as "This originally appeared in the blog of [so-and-so] on [date]" but maybe put your real name instead of the URL so you could share the book with those of your friends and family who don't (or shouldn't) read your blog, or whatever ... I want this to be our book, not just mine, if I do it.

With just the rejoinder to click this link to see the Blogroll of Honor and the button to buy a guest post, we now have reached the end of the begging part, and will move on to pastures new.

And now, pastures new.

Why aren't the atheists protesting about Kraft's blatant flouting of their lack of religion with that whole "Eat Philadelphia Cream Cheese and go to HEAVEN!" ad campaign? Everyone else would be bitching their knickers into knots. I know I have little use for organized religion, but I'm starting to have a newfound respect for atheists and their whole live-and-let-live attitude toward television commercials.

Speaking of live-and-let-live, why aren't the Scientologists helping Jeff Conaway? I know at least    one of their followers — John Travolta — costarred with the guy in a pretty big movie; and if they can save everyone, as at least    one of their other followers — Tom Cruise — claims ... um, why are they letting Jeff Conaway show up to rehab with a bottle of champagne in his hand? Help the poor bastard. Or, you know, don't. Whichever one isn't against your religion.

Speaking of stuff against people's religions, I hereby protest all this senseless violence and suffering in the name of Golfwidowism, where it's really hard to practice what I preach (be of good cheer) when everything sucks so much.

Sorry. I'll come in again.

I don't know why Jane Fonda's in trouble for saying the C-word on television. People call her brother "peter" all the time.

Also, I think we can pretty much forgive Miley Cyrus for forgetting to put on her seatbelt. Unlike other Disneygirls we could mention, at least    she didn't forget to put on her underwear.

Tags: guest posts; Miley Cyrus

drinking: vanilla soy chai
listening to: The Wh♂, Another Tricky Day
today's big work project: baking brownies. i'd be bringing some to my coworkers, if i still had any