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Friday, March 13, 2009

A post for the information-inclined

My blog is very bent toward members of "the Family International" isn't it. It's been getting increasingly so these last couple of months. You must understand, friends, that the majority of my time IS, in fact, spent, as a member of the Family. I find that I can't really slip in and out of it like a...garment (18th century Heaven's Library word). However, as nut-nuts as some of these blog posts may sound, the weird verbiage and all, I am as ordinary a retard as one would find in any old ordinary store for retards, and I don't talk like an ostrich ALL the time. Be appeased, relatives of mine, who I am just POSITIVE read my blog and hesitate to comment because...of how...little there is to...comment on. I understand. In the future I will post recipes or pictures of my wood-whittlings.
Gosh. I actually would like to try whittling wood. (And no, would was not italicized because it is a homonym of wood. I'm not THAT retarded.)

Things I've been up to:
>>Rehauling the Activate Office. We're having an employee/boss changeover (yes, the two of us), and things have become quite exciting. Now I'm getting to discuss my idiosyncrasies about scheduling and time-management, which is a topic that I am increasingly inspired about.
>>Sitting and thinking about exciting little (and not so little ) musical and witnessing projects that I may be involved in in the future.
>>Taking care of lots of children because their parents have gone to an Education Seminar.
>>Wrangling "Twitter" into my sidebar.
>>Trying to build websites / Building websites
>>Getting over a series of bad earaches (yelling at people to speak louder)
>>Washing laundry. Speaking of which, I fear that I have become obsessed with nice-smelling clothes. The Downy was one thing, but I spent a good chunk of last night inventing various soap packages to tuck in with my clothes. I've also decided that, rather than letting the Downy smell escape into the polluted Chiba air, I prefer to hang my clothes in my room to keep the sweet scent with me a little longer. Am I not nuts? (The stupidest thing about all of this is, if you saw me and gave me a hug, you probably wouldn't notice that my clothes smelled anything different at all. Jesus, it breaks my heart!!!)
>>Eating mikans!!
>>Etcetera. (Okay, small plea to the people who pronounce this word "eck-setera" ...you...should...not...do it...anymore.)


Anonymous Dave said...

Have you ever used febreze for your clothes? It's supposed to make your clothes smell good.

3/13/2009 3:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nothing can compare to Downy my friend. Nothing.

3/13/2009 10:45 PM  
Blogger Liz said...

Sorry to hear about the ear aches! And I must agree - Downy beats Febreze hands down.

3/16/2009 12:36 AM  
Anonymous Joans said...


3/18/2009 1:24 AM  
Blogger Stephanie said...

Flo, I enjoy your blog! It´s fun and the retardedness is part of life, great to know there are more beautiful retards in the world...

3/27/2009 1:08 PM  

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