10:19 a.m. - March 22, 2006
(Yes, the checks are good, everyone….don’t worry!)
Somehow there seems to be run on them. I did two of these in December, two days apart, and then three in February. Hmmm…I don’t know if it was the moon, the stars, the rain, the park and other things, but there you go.
After I wrote in Jenn’s and Clarity’s, the wonderful Loopy gave me a chance to expound on her site. She had a theme. We were to write about songs that affected you and your life somehow. She set the bar at three songs.
Did I stop at three? Hell to the no!
Read it here. Go ahead; it’s good for the soul.
Just a few days later, Clipchick gave me a chance to babble in her spot. She pushes office supplies to the masses out on the left coast, and has given me a box o’ schwag that I treasure to this day!
So what did I write about?
15th century military campaigns? The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle?
Nope, though they are both worthy topics.
I wrote about pens. You silly geese. You think I would write about anything else BUT pens with an office supply person?
Early in February, Vicki , my original D-land angel, allowed me to write in her spot when she was going to be out of town for a few days.
You all know Vicki. She was the star of the show on Sunday. Well, one of the stars. She had a
Of course, I couldn’t pass up a chance to write in her spot. Besides, if I did, she’d cancel all CHAAAAD related activities, for sure, and then beat me up and leave me in the harbor for dead.
So, I did, and it got a little mushy. So sue me, OK.
Then, in mid-February, this brassy Long Island chick knocks on my door and asks me to write for her. Well, with visions of Amy Fisher dancing in my head (heh!), I obliged, of course.
The vibrant and exciting Becks allowed me to post some drivel on her spot.
Now, this may be a bit more, blue, than what you’re used to with me. Alas, though, the writing stands as called. Go ahead, read her stuff.
Finally, in late February, I got around to writing something for Judith. She’s a sweet North Carolinian who shares a lot of the same musical tastes I do.
Now, I also went a bit, well, sappy. But hey, I have a soft spot in my heart for a lot of cool people. And that…OK. What, you thought Smed was always cold and heartless? Well, no, I guess you didn’t, did you.
Anyway, there you go, my guest shots. Read ‘em and weep!