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Hugs.

LOL I have alot to do this year.

Hugs again. I don't know why people are reading this blog. Maybe they aren't. Maybe I'm some middle of the night rss feed addition that they forgot about?
Dunno.

What I do know is this >

I'm a writer.
I'm a mom.
I have a boat that needs work and animals that need feeding.
My life has been puncutated with some pretty odd occurances which I try to have a sense of humor about.
I've had friends who I loved dearly but now don't see.

And?

I write a blog that has to have a disclaimer so that you, Gentle Readers, don't think I'm nuts. LOL, Repeat after me



Welcome to 12dotsandablot.
It's a writer's journal.
It is NOT a diary.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you do not know which is which?
Please do not ASSume.
Ask.

Thanks.

Sigh, and Newt? If you are out there reading this? I miss chatting but mostly I miss your music choices. I miss your advice. Heck I miss hearing about Lexi. I miss you friend Newt.

LOL, I'm listening to Macy Gray at the moment. Who's going  to remind me that there's more music in the world. LOL, I'm actually listening to

Honestly. Can this be a good idea?

(Grumble. I use to listen to the Late Late Show to keep my musical mind from atrophy. Now? Nope. No music. No words to set me back on my heels in thought. Instead? Sophmoric. I don't mind sophmoric if it makes me laugh. I've laughed at fart jokes. But this isn't the same. What worries me most is that the show will turn into a late night version of A Star Is Born. Next think I know, the robot skeleton will be hosting The LateLateShow and Craig Ferguson will have either quit or will be enshrined in that "carbonite" known as the 11:30 late night talk show hour. Ack. Grumble. Grumble. Ack. Ack.

I'm channeling Newt conversations to keep from being bored. Staying up late with the hopes that LLSwithCF will come out of the doldrums. Hoping that someday I'll look in my comments and see some smart azz comment from Newt.
Otherwise, I write.

Sigh.

And trust me. I am a writer. My real life is different.

Sometimes.

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