My husband, Jonathan Lundy, passed away last Monday, August 13th. I don't have the heart to post all the details all over again here, so anyone who wants to can go to www.onlynola.com and read the last three posts to catch up. I obviously haven't been in a frame of mind to write much on my site, but I did post the first time just to let everyone know what had happened and why I'd be gone for awhile, then I just posted once with a copy of his obituary, and finally I posted yesterday to thank everyone for their comments and emails, because I just don't have the focus, time and strength to respond to each one individually the way I'd like.

He was a wonderful man, and I'll love him forever. Please keep him in your thoughts.

This Winter thing? I'm over it. We've had the worst ice storm since written history (yay, we're officially a natural disaster area! How festive! Let's all have cake!), multiple ice/snow storms of less severe proportion, temperatures fit to make a nipple pop off... and don't even get me started on 'wind chill factor' bullshit. Wind chill... if it FEELS like -10 degrees, then how about, oh, I don't know... we just CALL it -10 degrees. Does that make sense to anyone besides me?

Gah.

Anyhoo. I'm sitting here watching my coffee get cold (I don't even know why I bother fixing myself a cup of coffee. In the first place, I put so much cream and sugar in it that it's no longer technically recognizable as coffee anyway, and in the second place? I never drink more than half of the stupid cup. If that. I have issues.) and waiting for my lip to fall into my lap. Damned fever blisters. I feel like a mutant. I am SO not leaving the house until these things get better. I look like I tried to french kiss a radiator.

Well, this is my attempt to blow the dust off this Yahoo 360 page of mine. You all know where to find me when you get tired of waiting for me to update here... www.onlynola.com .

I'm all about the self-promotion.

Yeesh... I'm pretty sure this blog is in a state of catatonia. I admit it, I forget it's even here. I do all my posting on www.onlynola.com (woohoo for shameless self-plugging! (...) Okay, that TOTALLY didn't come out right. Let's just pretend I didn't say that.) and almost never log on to Yahoo anymore, sooooooo... dust bunnies are gathering and most people probably think I died.

Nope. Not dead. Could throw myself in front of a bus at any given minute, but NOT DEAD YET.

Today I get to clean an insane amount of house to a) get ready for the holidays, and b) prepare for a trip we're taking this evening (just an overnighter) to Kansas City. Taking the 8 year old to see the Plaza lights. We were going to do the carriage ride thing (they have these carriages that are lit up and framed like Cinderella's carriage... you'd have to see it.) but then found out that you have to have freaking reservations, of all damned things. Obviously these people have never been to the movies. Everyone who has seen a movie knows that carriages always conveniently pop up, vacant, right when you want them. Presto! No reservations as far as the eye can see. Unless we luck into a particularly weak family that we can yank out of their carriage and usurp their position, we're pretty much doomed to driving in circles and cursing the other drivers/pedestrians/random vagrants.

Festive.

I might pop back in here after Christmas. Attempt to keep this thing from gathering new and exciting forms of mold.

Don't hold your breath.

Aw, Jeez.  I've apparently been singled out (Thanks, ANG... and I mean that.  Really.  Really.) to participate in some blogging-type chain-letter thing.  Don't ask me, I'm so busy usually hiding under my rock that I have no idea what the fuck I'm talking about.  Anyway.  If memoroy serves, I'm now supposed to list six weird things about myself (as if there ARE six weird things about me... puhleeze.  I'm totally weird deficient.  (...)  WHAT?!?) and then tag six other people to do the same thing on their blogs, blah blah blah.  I'll give it a shot.

1. I leave the ends of the french fries on my plate when I eat them.  I call the little heap of french fry butts my 'french fry graveyard'.  That's not weird at all.

2. I use Downy in my washing machine AND Bounce in the dryer.  So?  WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?

3. I hate onions but like the taste of onion rings, so I'll order onion rings and tear them open, slide out the onion, and eat the batter.  (...)  I'm never going to forgive Ang for this.

4. My eyebrows never grew in.  Seriously.  I have this hard powder compact thing that I use to draw on eyebrows 'cause I, completely through no fault of my own, only have like 12 hairs on each eyebrow.  No, I never shaved them off or overplucked them, blah blah blah.  It's just the way it is.

5. My most productive house cleaning time is about 2 in the morning.  Still not weird.  It's NOT.

6. I eat cranberry sauce with probably 70% of my meals.  (...)  YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THAT?

There, I did it.  Now I have to tag other people?  Well, shit.  I don't even know which of the people I know were ALREADY tagged.  That would require research.  I'm too lazy for that.  Fine.  I'll guess.  I'm tagging Wild, Chell, Knight, Lori, Kitty and Aeryn.  God be with you all.

And if you've already been tagged by someone else?  I don't want to know.  Humor me.