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Though yesterday was a Very Disappointing Day, there were a few things that happened that made me smile. Nay, laugh, even.

There is an empty lot on the highway at I-40 and Soncy that used to be a HUGE field, with cows and everything. Seriously. Thirteen years ago, when I started dating Nolan and he brought me to what I affectionately called "That windy, dry town with no trees and too many farm animals," (or Amarillo, to those unfamiliar with my former feelings about my home), across from The Mall (No, really. Just ONE mall) were hundreds of acres of grazing land for cattle.

I thought it was weird and a little funny. I took a picture.

"Okay, and then when we came out of Dillards - Cows!"

This is not so anymore; restaurants and boutiques and stores and shopping centers have all cropped up, leaving this one tiny corner empty. What does this corner have on it?

Prairie dogs.


( Like, BIG trouble. )

I've been crazy busy.  Insanely, crazy, oh, my heavens busy, but I find I must pause and show you this.

Just because he's all cute and pink does not mean he won't violate propriety if you get close enough.  Stay away, gentle reader, stay away.

And yes, I read Perez Hilton.  Judge me. I can't stop!  I'm addicted!  Send Help!

EDIT: Also, if that crazy wasn't enough, there's this. Google reader, why do you do this to me?

So I've joined a new community; a gathering place for Sisters (and brothers, too, I guess) in Christ, called 2ormore.  If you're interested, I do the Thursday devotional over there.   And coincidentally, today's has a story about bunnies.  Heh.  I gotta be me.

There are some really nice girls over there, and they have uplifting and thought-provoking things to say.  Go check it out if you are so inclined!

Happy Thursday, everyone! 

 But....

I fear the appliances in my life are conspiring against me.

Usually, I know, my conspiracy theroies are relegated to the animal kingdom, but as the bunnies and squirrels are hibernating right now, I fear that the electronic devices, or rather things with a plug, are ganging up on me, and I'm just not okay with it, thankyouverymuch.

The icemaker is broken.  Okay, not a big deal, we're moving in two months, where a brand new, spiffy, stainless steel refrigerator will await me and the twenty year old model currently in our kitchen will be relegated to the garage to hold my Diet Coke.  So I buy ice.  Done.  Inconvienient, but done.

The the Shark (dustbuster?) takes a nosedive.  Nothing.  Hangs on the wall, limp.  I have a dog & kids, so that sucker gets used a LOT.  But he's dead.  Again, not any big deal.  I can drag out the big vacuum, right?  Wrong.  It threw a belt, but seems to still be working other than that, so I'll put that on the Target list and go on.

Then the computer dies (I'll not say more, but that pain is still excruciating and I LOATHE GOOGLE CHAT).  Colin, the sexy, black, Toyota Sequoia, has a tire pressure light that won't go off, no matter how much or little air I put into his tires, so I have to drive one of the shop's trucks while it's fixed, which is a Jeep - SO fun in the summer, not so much when it's winter- and THEN the refrigerator starts making shuddering noises reminiscent of the POS that I'm currently sitting next to.

And the washer is cranky, too.  He's been coughing and spitting for months.  (I'm wondering if I can wrangle a new front loader when we move... ) I swear, if the T.V. goes south, you'll hear the scream from wherever you are.

But Rick Springfield is about to be on Regis and Kelly, so maybe everything will be okay.  Plus, if all that is the worst thing in my life, my life is pretty darned awesome, I think.