Friends with Benefits

Why do we love facebook? When I got started on facebook, it seemed to take forever to build up friends and I felt like everyone had more friends than I did and it sort of became high school all over again. I am up to a respectable number of friends now, but sister, you better believe I check my friend count against my frenemies and some of you people I friended, you are just there for the numbers. The main reason I rarely write much here is because every time I think about something to write about, I shudder at the thought someone from my family may see it. For instance, right now, the front bathroom is clogged and I had to do unspeakable things to destroy the evidence ithat I messed it up and I am just waiting for my husband to go in there and think he did it and make everything right again with the world. Carry on. Sorry. So anyway, Facebook. My friends on facebook are my offline friends, school friends, work friends, family, etc. I recently friended a blog friend on facebook and then a few more and suddenly, I feel like my worlds have once again - collided. Especially because yesterday, Adam from Avitable friended me! I'm like Sally Field at the Oscars! Me! He Friended Me! I am one of the cool kids!!!!!! But now, I am freaking out. I mean, can my regular friends see my comments on Adam's facebook message because he makes me curse and say very inappropriate things and my MOM is on facebook. My current status is a teeny bit worried about my status.

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This a New Post. This is what a New Post looks like. There are words and occasional punctuation and perhaps an mini ALL CAPS RANT about things like DRIVING ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE ROAD IN A FOREIGN COUNTRY AND HOW YOU ARE SURE YOU ARE GOING TO CRASH AT ANY MOMENT! Ok done with that nonsense, really, whew.

I have not written anything in so long that I don't even remember what my last post was about and I am too lazy to go and check and I will probably just cringe when I read it and want to delete it so what would be the point of that?

I can't stay long, sorry, I know I just got here but George, the hound dog who is obviously the boss of me is whining for her supper and she will expire in a heap on the living room floor if she is not fed at 5pm exactly.

Will be back soon.

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I know right?

I don't even believe me!

S

I'm Late, I'm Late

And no I am not pregnant.

I am just so rushed off my feet I have had no time to write. Actually, I have had no time to write anything that is not craptacularly bad. And all my favorite writers are posting such lovely things I just read those and think I do not have the right to call this tiny shred of the blog world mine.

Then I attended #HomeHer10 and laughed and laughed.

Thank you so much BackPackingDad for such a great idea.

I recently moved from South Carolina to Gloucestershire in the UK and I was sad there was no way I was attending BlogHer. I thought I would go when they announced it was NYC, as that is my old stomping ground, but I am so happy here with my family and I so glad we made the move.

Anyway, to anyone who started to follow me on Twitter, I thought I should suck it up and post something new, even if it is less than literary.

Less than Literary, hmmm now that is a blog name!

brb

Church and State

So I have been thinking about separation lately.

I have a blog, obviously, here we are. I make no effort to publicize this, again obviously, here we are again. I had a chance, a while back, to have a link back from a very, very big blog, that would have increased traffic and given me a chance to have actual readers. In a brief chat with the blogger in question, I opted not to go ahead, mainly because I was not ready and did not feel like what I wrote was good enough. I still don't.

Then I started a Twitter account and things began to get blurry. A friend started following me on Twitter and while he is a one of the "cool kids" from my life, I realized that if I had everyone I know following me on Twitter, then they would see my blog and honestly, I am not ready for those worlds to collide. I will most likely never want that.

I have been researching work things for my new business, and following lots of non profits and related stuff on Twitter, and things are now complicated. So I was thinking of splitting myself up into two Twitters accounts maybe even a work blog and this one.

Is that possible? Is that truthful?

hmmmm.

Tasting Stars

"Come quickly, I am tasting stars." Dom Perignon.

I read this today and it made me smile and remember my first taste of really good champagne.

I don't celebrate life enough and I worry way to much. Things are good. Things are not bad. I am lucky in so many ways and I wish I could go back and "unworry" about so many things.

Our belongings are now being prepped for transit to England and while the charge to get everything there is horrendous, we will never, ever move it back across the pond since we plan to grow old in Europe somewhere.

I can see the end of this time alone in South Carolina, waiting for Visas and Dog vaccinations and I can't wait to be in England with my family.

So for today, no worries and I just might pick up a tiny split of champagne, just for me tonight. I will sit out in the warm evening with my two puppies and toast the fact that all is pretty damn ok in the Perkup Household!

I need a Raincoat in my Crowded House of Doom!

I am burning my cds to my laptop because while I like to think I am hip, I am not.

I am 10 years behind everyone else in this whole Ipod thing and while I own one, I rarely can find it, let alone put songs on it.

It is Saturday and since P is already in England moving into our new house, I get to sit here in South Carolina alone with nothing to do but wait for my nephew to finish taking his SAT.

Since we are moving to England in a few weeks, I only have a small cd holder here with a few of my favorites so I decided to burn them onto my laptop to get rid of the cds. Here is what I learned about myself.....

The 80's and 90's was depressing for me musically and boy does your music say a lot about how OLD I am.

Counting Crows - August & Everything After is amazing, but please hand me your rusty razorblade, Adam Duritz (my soulmate when I was 30).

Crowded House: Crowded House - A bit farther back for me, to the college years and again, teeny tiny bit of a downer.... Are we sensing a theme?

The Connells: Ring - A North Carolina Band I loved and must have seen live a jillion times in Columbia, SC at the amazing Rockefella's in Five Points. Angsty College Rock and my assymetrical bob haircut and double pierced ears!

Better Than Ezra: Deluxe - Loved them in the '90's and this CD is still fantastic Again, young love, death and sadness were with me on my walkman as I trotted around midtown in my nikes, heading to work with the 10 million other drones in Jones New York suits and Hanes Sheer pantyhose.

The Black Crowes: Amorica - Here is where I get into my Bad Boy Phase. I saw Chris Robinson once in NYC at a small venue where some friends were playing. He was dressed in black like he needed to accentuate just how freaking skinny he was. I could have snapped him like a twig while gazing into his eyes which appeared to be located on two different parts of his face. Just say No, kids.

And that is it all I have here in my pleather cd case. A few other albums by one of those above but boy do I love me some '90s alternative Rock. They really got me you know? Like they were singing to me, directly? And knew me down deep, to my soul? Where is VH1's Back to Music when you need it?????

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I am sitting here in a tiny bedroom (that is not that tiny, really) on a single bed, with a dog on my feet, and dirt all over the covers, since I can't keep the dogs off of here. I don't have a couch (we do but it is in storage) just this one bed and two dog crates, which are really useless because I am a sucker and won't make them sleep in them.

We have chosen a rental house in Gloucestershire and P should be able to move in next Saturday. He will be in just about as bad a shape as me in terms of having no stuff but guys tend to rough it better.

I wish I could just be there, but my paperwork still has to go through and the dogs are not cleared for takeoff until April.

The house in Gloucestershire is a small bungalow, but it ticked quite a few boxes for us: It had a garage to hold all our boxes. It is a 6 month lease which will turn into a month to month lease we can leave with just a month's notice. That way we can look together when we are both over there and if we have the money, buy something.

Change is good. and I am ready for more!