You know how I'm all ready for that snowstorm of the decade? I guess I got a little ahead of myself. Apparently the snowstorm of the decade doesn't start until sometime tonight. Which is good because that gives me more time to run out and gather supplies needed in case we get snowed in until Tuesday. Although the fact that I live on a Snow Emergency Route and am one of the first streets to be plowed, I'll probably only have to wait an hour after the snowstorm's done before I can get out to gather more supplies. God! A person cannot be caught without supplies!
So I woke up this morning and one of the first things on my mind, besides wondering if I have enough supplies, is how fantastic that damn Jane is.
How creepy is that? Not Jane. I meant thinking about a person I have never met. Don't be askeered Jane. I'd never stalk you. Or hurt you if I accidentally stalked you after suffering some sort of alcohol-associated black-out and then drove for half a day to hunt you down.
I might be a bit on the goofy side. But I'm a relatively stable broad who doesn't stalk people.
Much.
There was that one time I hunted down Bruce Springsteen in the parking ramp of the IDS Center in downtown Minneapolis. But that was 1983 and I haven't done it since.
Well, except the other time when I followed a guy with a Silver Pompadour through the aisles of a Rubberstamping Convention. But, c'mon! He was carrying his wife's purse! I had to follow him! And she was in an electric scooter and kept knocking over exhibit tables. God! Who wouldn't follow them!
Every time I read her entries I figure I might as well just shut this mofo down. Game's over. You know, like blogging is a competitive sport.
Bitch beat me with that damn Notify List member competition back in the day when I had a Notify List.
She writes it in a way nobody else can. She lets her readers know how okay it is to have The Crazy. How a person that smart can also feel insecure about certain things, and make that be okay.
Every mother who questions their parenting skills just needs to get a dose of Jane to know that we all question our parenting skills.
Every person who wonders whether the voices in their head are normal just needs to take a look at Jane to know that Jane hears those voices too!
Heh.
I don't think Jane realizes what a public service she's providing to everyone who reads her and sees a little or alot of themselves expressed so, oh hell what is the word I'm looking for? You know what I'm trying to say so just say it for me. I don't have the mad word skilz that she does.
What in the hell is that word I'm looking for? People! Help me out here!
I don't comment in her blog often because anything I have to say after she's written another fantastic entry, is just pale in comparison. It's like I'm one of those white girls in American Idol this year who has to sing after Jane's Lakisha. So I'll just write it here where I don't have to follow her class act.
Thanks Jane.
Send barbecue sauce!
Just kidding.
You're close to Christopher Elbow.
Send chocolates!
But really. Just keep on writing.
More often.
Or I'll come down there and give you a what-for.
If I were the stalking kind.
But I'm not.
At least, I don't think I am.
Which reminds me - I'll be in your area when Buzz gets over The Cancer! Isn't that awesome?!!!
heh.
9:16 a.m. - February 24, 2007
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