No Name

Originally, (on my other blog) this was named December Decisions.           Since obviously it’s not December anymore, I’m struggling to come up with a new name.

Wonder if WP allows posts with no name?? 

Aha!!        I found the name!           Thanks, me!               Anytime.

http://www.purpleslobinrecovery.com/2017/11/december-decisions/

Enjoy!

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Sorry, Sorry

I’m so, so sorry, sorry that this blog has been dormant for a month.

As you probably know, I was forced to make a decision about what to do, since I ran out of media storage here.

I had already been toying with the idea of buying my own domain, the crisis just pushed me into it!        I thought I wasn’t ready yet, but had to do it!

That’s why I was recycling posts for a while there.       Now that I have home net again, I’ve got time to think, and figure stuff out.          When I was restricted to 90 minute blocks of time, when I could get to the library at all, I was always harried.

But now all’s well, and I’ve got it all figured out.          I think!

So, the plan is to publish on my new site:

www.purpleslobinrecovery.com

Then later, the same content will be posted here.       So that I always have fresh content on both sites, just duplicating each other.

Sounds good to me.       Hope you agree.        (I love it when I’m a poet!)

If not, well………

There just won’t be any pix here, which is sad.     😦

My Move

Ok, (deep breath)  I’m finally ready to announce it!!

slob, humor, shaggy haircut

For all future posts: please go to

http://www.purpleslobinrecovery.com      

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Squeeeee!!    I own my own name!!    And it’s live!!      Finally!!

My  morning is starting off right!!

Announcing my move!!

SO excited, are we??

Just a tad!


I’ll leave this site up, for now.     At least until I have it all moved over.     Then, not sure.    But move on over, and see my new place!!       Promise you’ll be glad ya did!!

Something Smells

Do you see anything wrong with this picture?   Me either!   Except maybe the..

But, since we all know who and what I am, I might not be the best judge of something being wrong.   Just saying might.   After all, I don’t usually notice something stinks until the stench is so overwhelming that it grabs me by the throat, and literally tries to choke the life outta me!

Sweet Friend is forever and a day coming in and saying, “Something stinks in here.”   (So wonderful to have such friends.   {eye roll}   At least I know he’ll never lie to me!)   So, I tell him , “Sniff away!   When you find it, get rid of it!”   And women are supposed to have a keener sense of smell!!   I guess mine is deadened.    Maybe it just gave up and died??

So anyway, back to the pic.

slob, humor, DD1's fridge

DD1’s now in the kitchen.

This is our refridge in the 8 house.     And remember the electric was turned off after 2 weeks??     Yeah…

XH had removed all the food, before that happened, and brought it to the new apartment.     

 Except…….   a skillet full of food.        That was left in there.

I DO NOT even want to go back over there!!       I know I have to.       And I have to re-open the fridge, and take out that skillet.       Maybe I can just bag it up, and throw it away??        Maybe DD1 won’t notice that her biggest frying pan is missing…     

Will she??

If you never see another post by me again, you’ll know I died of food poisoning (the air).

An 8 house post.     Brought to you by the letter “S”, and botulism.

 

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Goodbye, Goodness!!

Well, finally working on moving outta 8 house some more.     I made the first goodbye video.     Then a few days went by, and I forgot I’d made the first one, so I made the 2nd one!      Yeah, senior moments are so fun!!     Enjoy!!

 


 

See if you can spot the differences in the two!

I should make this a contest!!         But what would be the prize???          A genuine piece of clutter??          A wooden nickel??          A bad piece of advice???           Maybe a prize isn’t necessary, after all.