This plant is very special to me. It's silly really. But when it bloomed, I cried. I guess if you really know me well, you'll know why I cried. Let the imaginations run wild!

Absolutely so tired of my family and me being sick! We live in our pajamas. The house feels like a dark dungeon. Not every day. The snow outside has helped the house feel kind of cheery again. Now to feel better so we can go outside and play.

A Cautionary Tale; To Serve or Not to Serve

I have new neighbors. The dorky guy across the street got kicked out this past summer for not paying his rent. He had a different woman over there every night and I am sorry, but I don't get it. He was gross. He didn't look like he took very good care of himself. Ew.

So back to my story. An older lady moved into the duplex he had previously occupied. She has a yappy little dog. I've not ever introduced myself because we have had a lot of stuff going on since she moved in. Except one time we came home from grocery shopping, and we were unloading the car, and logan came running inside shouting about the "creepy lady" outside. And I went out to see what he was talking about, and it was the new neighbor lady with her yappy dog. She was getting her mail in her bathrobe and she looked really scary. I think it was because she had no makeup on and her hair was a rats nest. Plus, as I said, she was in her bathrobe. She just glared at us in our garage, or maybe she was squinting in the sunlight to see who we were. But it really did look like she was glaring.

I've always felt bad about Logan shouting that the neighbor was creepy. Plus, I swear, she looked old and decrepit. Like she could hardly walk. She was shuffling. I swear.

The past two days we have had tons and tons of snow. I decided it would be a good time to shovel the old lady's driveway. I went over there. This snow, by the way, was extremely wet and HEA-VY! So it took me a while to shovel the whole thing. Plus, my family is all sick, and I technically am sick too. As much as I would have liked the help, all of my family were in bed sick, so it was all me. As I am finishing and shoveling the sidewalk up to her door, a car pulled up to the other side of the duplex. The passengers were all staring at me. One lady got out and came walking over to me.

"Are you shoveling my walk?"

Thinking that she lived in the duplex next door, I didn't want her to think I was the neighborhood snow-shoveler. "um, if you live here in this duplex (motioning to the old lady's front door) then yes I am".

"Oh that's very kind of you, but I was just going to shovel my walk right now. I just bought a snow shovel" she said.

"um, you live here?" I asked

"yes. I live here, and my daughter lives in the duplex on the other side."

I did a double take. This lady did not look that old. Her hair was done. She wasn't shuffling.

"Well you can stop shoveling" she said

"um, I'm almost done. I only have two shovels left."

"Well, okay. But I can shovel my own walk from now on."

I finished and walked home with a really grumpy feeling in my heart. Logan was wrong, that lady wasn't creepy. She was horrible! Ungrateful! Rude!

hello, from DeadLand

I'm typing this from my deathbed in DeadLand. This is a marvelous place to visit. We have forced rest periods where we have to lay in bed all day. There is a great weight loss program here as well. The program consists of not eating anything but toast and maybe oatmeal. It's been great! Sometimes I am called home to do my regular housewife duties, but then I get to go back on vacation. We get to watch a lot of t.v. here too. Also, the children's program is just as wonderful as the adult program! We don't really get to interact with each other too much, but the kids don't seem to mind. Hopefully we'll come home soon, but I'm not really sure I want too. DeadLand has been a real treat!