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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!
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