Today, someone sent me a very hurtful, very childish, very succinct email.  And while, normally, I’d be hurt and wounded and angry and plotting some spectacular revenge, all I could think was: "How can I help the victims in New Orleans?"

The cream rises.

I’m fixing to head out for a four day weekend.  Please think of what you can do for those suffering south of us.  And if you know of some way to help, feel free to comment here with that info.

It’s the newshound in me.  I can’t help it.  I’m not content to sit still.
 

From CNN.com

We’re past prayer, I think.  I think now is the time for action.  If you find some information about local food drive,s blood drives, or general donation drop-points, please comment on here.  I’ve just spoken to an executive with our company to organize a company-matching program for our employee donations. 

And just so you know, GWB will be touring the area.  TOMORROW.

So I was reading this article on developing your skills as a writer, and it suggested writing a complete page without punctuation, capitalization, or anything else that stops the flow of your eyes, because it will help emphasize the placement of words.  I wrote a post like that, but it was just fucking nonsensical and I hated reading it.  There were no periods!  Or exclamation points!!  What a terrible world that is.

This post will NOT be as depressing as my last, like, eight have been.  But I will say this.. we should all help, and those among us who are being most selfless and donating their TIME are God-sends.  Seriously.

I had some hot tea this morning.  It was spicy, and I feel better.  Green tea is amazing.

A manager just walked by and told me I needed to stop losing weight.  God love him.  I said he needed to get his eyes checked.  You know, weight has been on my mind a lot lately.  I’ve actually gone back on Atkins (though not as severely this time, since I really messed my kidneys up last time), and we take the dogs on walks three times a week (and our normal route is about two miles), but I seem to be putting on weight.  I hear it’s part of getting older.  I won’t take that for an answer.  It’s in weird places, too.  Que c’era.  I saw a tv program on a "new diet revolution" based on a book called "French Women Don’t Get Fat", and it says that the answer is to ENJOY food.  Don’t worry.. I’m already there.

I really am excited about my sister coming home.  I’ve missed her.

We tend to get REALLY mischevious together.  I SHOULD FILL HER IN ON THE PLAN, E!

I’m writing a lot today.  Because I’m bored.  And I don’t have to work tomorrow.  And I can.