Little Birdie

I have writer’s block. I have no less than 8 working drafts sitting in my queue, ready to be edited and published, all on very valid topics from the federal government to stewardship, and here I sit, not a coherent thought in my mind.

Maybe it’s because I’ve been going through life at an unusually fast pace over the last few weeks (months?!?), even for me. We have new side projects going on at home, I’ve been swamped at work and church…the excuses are endless.

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The post-caffeine crash was a non-event. I got a little nauseous and pretty jittery, but I had some food and then I was okay. Slept really well last night too, and no hangover this morning

Sorry for the short post. I’m counting yesterday’s post toward my 2-post-a-week challenge.

I usually pride myself on being caffeine-free. I drink tea, decaffeinated when I’m at home. I drink diet orange soda. I drink water. Well, pride goeth before the fall. This morning I had 44 OUNCES of diet coke. In 7-up terms, that’s the SUPER GULP.

Now it’s 2:26 p.m. and I am just getting bouncier. I feel like that Animal House kitty on crack! This stuff is better than…well, my brain won’t sit still long enough to think of what it’s better than!

Why did I denounce caffeine in the past? What was I thinking?? I have been more productive today than in an entire week of non-caffeine!

Caffeine is the GREATEST THING EVER!

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Okay. I just read up on what wikipedia says about caffeine. I think I’m intoxicated. Check this out.

I am not looking forward to the upcoming crash. This could be bad. I’ll report on the fallout tomorrow.

I have a fat kitty. She is not agile. She is a tub o’ lub. And she runs like a raccoon. You know, with her butt all tucked up under her legs.

Yet for some reason, she has some kind of delusion that she is Super-Kitty! Destroyer of Bumblebees! She’s been crammed on my window ledge for the past hour stalking bees, and for the second time today, has taken it upon herself to leap, lunge, and otherwise heave her bulking mass out the window and into the azalea bush.

I should close the window but it’s just too dang funny. Especially because my role in this fiasco is to open the living room door and let her back in, since she can’t jump up high enough to get back in the window. She has me trained good.

Lemme just say. The “new”…I mean, “young”…James Bond is H-A-W-T. A couple of good friends from work took one for the team and went with me to see Casino Royale even though they had already seen it once.

Yeah. Big sacrifice.

A couple of things though. I know Bond is Bond, and you can’t really screw that up. But this was supposed to be a prequel. James Bond, wet behind the ears, reckless, arrogant. And, most notably, YOUNGER than the other Bonds. This guy did not look younger. If anything, he looked older than Pierce Brosnan. I’m just sayin’.

Also, what’s with the timeline and technological inconsistencies? M talked about being in a post-9/11 world, there were cell phones ringing all over the place…that really irks me. If you’re going to make a prequel, be consistent. James Bond can still be a bad-ass without all the new-age cool toys. He can have cool toys from the old school.

Not only that, he only drove one hot car. Well, two, but one didn’t really count. The first car they had him drive was a - get this - FORD. Found On Road Dead. Now, I love me some Ford diesel trucks. But this was a Focus (or maybe a 500, I don’t know, they all look alike) for crying out loud. James Bond has no business driving a Ford.

Other than that, the movie smoked. The guy in the beginning chase scene did all his own stunts. Oh. Man. That guy is AWESOME. I would go again just to see him.

Going to Chincoteague this weekend with ma doodies. w00t!