I've Been to London to Visit the Queen...

Nah. Not really. Although in need of a major vacation, I'm afraid I can't afford a trip to London atm let alone a visit with the Queen!

Yes. I've been aka AWOL lately. I've gotta thousand excuses. Number one being spring cleaning. Not just spring cleaning, but major spring cleaning! Not only did I get my house, the backyard and my closet cleaned out, but I also managed to do spring cleaning on my purses.

Yes. You heard me right. Purses. And sadly, here's a sample of what I pulled out of my various purses...

That my friends, is lots and lots of writing. Remember the good ole' days when I used to update this site like, 20 times a day? So much so that some of you were like, "Damn girl. Do you have anything better to do than update your journal 20 times a day?" And I was like, "Shut up!" Because I really didn't have a good comeback to that piece of constructive critism. But truth be told, the writing hasn't stopped, it's just gone from the instant gratification of bloggie form to, the instant gratification of lined paper less the online presence form. In other words, I'm too lazy busy with the details of my life to get old school written word, into written word for the digital age.

Oh yeah. And the fact that my handwriting is so horrendous doesn't help matters either.

Seriously, just look at the page on the far right of the pic. That's supposed to be my first entry for the Lost Blogs: Grassroots Blogger Book Marketing Campaign. But as I was trying to make sense of my non-sensical blabberings, I think I sprained my own eyeball.

Don't worry dear friends. Nothing an ice-pack and a shot of tequila can't fix.

Also found in one of my purses, a spoon. Not a plastic, take it form a fast food restraunt type of spooon. But a real honest to goodness silver spoon.

Finding the spoon in my purse has really confounded moi. I mean, I don't bring lunch to work, so there would never be a need for a spoon in my purse. In fact, when I eat and need an eating utensil, I'm a fork kinda gal. I may bend a little and the spork thing, but never a spoon. That is unless I'm eating cereal or ice-cream.

So trying to figure out why I had a spoon in my purse actually used up a lot of my brain cells. I can understand having a silver butter knife in one's purse...but a spoon???

Reason, number two. I've been waiting for my muse to call. Cell phone call? Smoke signals? Message in a bottle? Telepathy? I waited and waited and waited. Nada. So finally I got on my cell phone, because my muse and I are technologically connected, and said “Listen Muse. I’m sorry I was a silly, silly girl thinking I could just erase you out of my life because I was hurt and confused by your lack of amusing moi. Come back to me please? I promise to accept your fleeting ways and not get pissed and jealous just because you’re sharing your muse-ageness with other souls who adore you just as much as moi..."

Just when I had given up hope, a ferundo ferundo of mine sent me this very nice email which basically taught me that the muse is not a noun, and therefore can not be fired.

Ya know. I really needed to be reminded of that. Because a lot of times, especially during that time of the month, I get really illogical and have a misguided view of the world.

Thank my mysterious fruendo, fruendo. Without you I would have never been able to finish this...

I want her hair!!!

Okay, I know I said I had a thousand excuses. But I'm trying to save my remaing brain cells to participate inKevin's genuis book marketing campaign for Pauly D's Lost Blogs.

I know. I'm such a pimp!