Did the Blog Die?

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Someone asked me today if I'd given up on my blog. (Three days that I didn't post anything people. Three days! You may want to look into that whole "getting a life" thing they're talking about on Twitter.) 

No, I haven't abandoned the blog. I'm just swamped with work. I've balancing 2 big client projects that are eating up most of my days (and nights). My book proposal is in desperate need of a revision based on recent feedback I received, but that's going to have to wait, probably for at least another 2 weeks. I haven't even been able to find the time to prepare BILLS for my clients which, hmmm, yes, is a problem. 

Add on that this weekend is the Virginia Beach Half-Marathon and I'm still trying to get in my runs, boot camp and cross training, along with getting the car serviced, preparing for the house sitter, reminding Rockingham county artists for the umpteenth time that their entries are due by September 1st for the Artist Studio Tour and blah-blah-blah, blah-blah-blah... I'm busy. 

I'm also experiencing computer blindness and I think my hands are locked into the arched typing position, so I'm going to call it a night. 

Cheers,

Dena

Blueberry Found A Home!!

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No more cages for this sweet dogWhen I checked my e-mail this morning, I found a note informing me that Blueberry, the dog from last week's post who had been at the Shelter for over 2 years, has been adopted!! A retired couple who had adopted another dog from the Shelter came back for Blueberry.

Many thanks to all of you who e-mailed and checked in with me to offer to pay Blueberry's adoption fee or just let me know you were pulling for this sweet girl. I am swooning with happiness for her. She gets her own bed! She gets ear and back scratchies! She gets a yard (30 acres) and treats and love. Lots of love. She's earned it. 

Today is a good day. 

Cheers,

Dena

Smug Marrieds: Burst Water Line

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I arrived home last night a little after 8, just as the sky was beginning to darken. Blair met me at the front door. He was dressed in dark jeans, a long-sleeved dark shirt, and he had a black wool knit cap pulled low on his forehead. He was wearing heavy work gloves and carrying a wrench and a flashlight. 

"I forgot it was burglary night," I said. "Just give me a minute to change." 

"Water line to the ice-maker burst," said Blair. "I'm going under the house to see if I can fix it."

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Smug Marrieds: Keeping Up the Good Work

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"That was a nice post you did," Blair said, referring to my last post where I listed 25 things I love about him from his singing voice to his willingness to give me his spare cash because I never remember to carry any. 

"Well I love you," I said. "People need to know." 

I paused. It occurred to me, as it had when I wrote the post, that Blair is a shy person. 

"Do you mind that I post stuff like that?" I asked. 

"Nah," he said. "I'm getting hate mail from men but women are e-mailing me naked pictures of themselves so it evens out. Keep up the good work."

Sheesh.