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Wow! Where are the flying cars?

OK so it's 2011 and so far I've seen wind and rain. When does the fun start? My brother in law tried to call at 1 am. He's either not that bright or he wanted to begin the New Year on my bad side. I just love the phone waking me in the middle of the night when there isn't anything wrong.

I'm wondering where the "Jetsons" and "One Tree Hill" went on my "On Demand" menu. That's a rather silly thing to wonder but it's what's in my head at the moment. I'm watching a "Dallas" marathon, so far the episodes are one I've never seen because they came on before I was born and didn't make it to the regular re-run rotation.

Theresa just drew all over her little stomach with a dry erase marker. She's four and she's already figured out how to go turn on my television in my bedroom and put it on whatever channel she feels like watching at the moment. I do wish that she'd listen a bit better but that's Theresa in her own world trying to do whatever she wants to do.

I work from home and because of it I catch a lot of........well, to prevent a profane rant I'll say misunderstandings. I want to move but I don't know where. I'd like to have a house built the way I want but I'm not sure that I'll ever be able to afford that. I just lost my thought so I'll being going now.
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Anonymous said…
before...you...were....born?? Now, I feel old. :P
January 1, 2011 at 4:35 PM
Laurie said…
OK maybe I was a year or two old by the time they came on.
January 2, 2011 at 12:39 PM
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