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 Home, clean, eat, sleep, work, home, clean, eat, sleetp work.  Thats what i do.  


Tomorrow night I'm going on a moonlight walk with goats.

It wasn't my idea.  But hell, how often does someone invite you to something like that?  I'm getting together with my QU ladies who I became friends with while there.  I have stayed in periodic contact with the two because they are much better at it than I am.  I'm pretty excited to see them.  I can't wait to hear about one's shenanigans and the others achievements.  These ladies are special to me.  I need to make more of an effort to stay in contact.

THEN....Saturday I'm going to a dinner/comedy show.  I've invited my couple to attend and it will be the first time my bestie is meeting them.  I know the guys will get along - and I'm sure the girls will too.  I'm going to be the 5th wheel instead of the third.  yay me.  

So that's TWO things I'm doing this week because I have committed to it previously.  And I am looking forward to seeing everyone.

BUT if I had my way..............i'd be home in my pj's staring at the wall until it was late enough for me to take my meds and go to bed.

Just being honest.  

My initiation into the Elks is coming up quickly and I need to find something nice to wear.  Its formal, and there will be pictures.  I want to look nice, not like an old biddy.  I'll get my card, my packet with all the things I can volunteer for and hopefully that will keep me from hiding in my home all winter.  Commit to a cause and stick with it.  That's what the plan is.



I wanted to join the Lion's Club in Wolcott a couple years ago and they are one of the last chapters that do not allow women to become voting members.  They get that "women's group".  you know, the one that does a lot of work for the club but can't vote.  Laughable.  I used to love working the fair, and the reservoir race....just saw pictures posted recently and it brought back happy memories but then I got mad again.  The nerve.  There ARE in fact still clubs that do not allow women, yet DO allow them to work.  Too bad for you Lion's club....I chose to go where I can work for the club AND vote.  

And yes, I did tell them that in my interview.  

Maybe they are going to blackball me.  

I better shut up. 

HA!  Fat chance. 

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