BOLO on MOJO

MOJO ADVISORY
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE

HALFGLASSISTAN, USA, August 20, 2010 — Be on the lookout for missing mojo. HRH Princess Snarkerella reports it was last spotted approximately two weeks ago. She added it may have been missing for at least three, but no more than four weeks. When pressed, she acknowledged it sometimes slips away without her noticing.

Cat Con, Snarkerella's official press secretary, stated: "This is the longest we've noted mojo's absence from Halfglassistan. However, we have no reason to believe it will not return. Be assured that we do have a transfusion protocol ready to implement, if necessary." Con went on to say that all citizens of Halfglassistan are in good health, and all non-reporting operations have been continuing without interruption.

If mojo is spotted, please advise the authorities as soon as possible via suitable communication channels.

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Wordless Oh-Sweet-Irony Wednesday

(relocation site selected by gracious owners of smoke-filled squee quarters 

after famously hot hotel became flamingly hot)

Of Blocks and Blanks

"Better to write for yourself

and have no public,

than to write for the public 

and have no self."

– Cyril Connolly (1903-1974)

(better yet to just write)

(words, where are you?)

Able To Form Complex Rationalizations In A Single Bound

"here she comes to save the day ... or the day after tomorrow" 

(c)2002-2010 natalie dee 

(whom i am so loving lately)

3 Girls + 4 Days - 25 Years = Priceless

CVZ 1985

CVZ 2010

SPG 1985

SPG 2010

CCW 1985

CCW 2010

SQUEEUNION 2010

(more to come)

Wordless "I'm On The Top Of The World, Lookin' Down On Creation" Wednesday

(love me some sassy l'il Skips!)

Squeeunion

SQUEE

verb to express delight; noun term of endearment for one who squees; usage: "She squee'd when she realized she'd see her squees soon." Frequently adapted to form new words, as in squeeunion

Yeah. Call me cheesy. Call me silly. Call me goofy and girltastic.


I don't care. 'Cause you're right — on all counts — and you can also call me happy. And excited. And grateful beyond belief.


Tomorrow, Halfglassistan is hosting the inaugural Squeeunion.


Yeah. That's right. You can now call me what I'm currently (um, okay, always) calling myself: All. Kinds. Of. Awesome.


Over the past year, there have been few things that I could count on unconditionally, so those things on which I could rely became very precious. One of those things was a little red dot. Day after day, week after week, month after month, very little in Halfglassistan was certain.

(Kinda the whole point of founding this little land of mine. If you're new in this parts, I recommend starting here and taking a look around. I promise that for every anxiety expressed, there's equal or greater happiness to be found.) 


That little red dot, though, was a constant. A simple indicator that a message was waiting became so much more. A reconnection of three high school friends quickly evolved into a sisterhood whose story was being written in Facebook message threads. Seemingly random subject lines give no clue to the content within. We write of our pasts and our presents, of laughter and love, of tears and triumphs — and most importantly — how all of those have become intertwined.


Tomorrow after months of virtual hugs and hand-holding — and 25 years since the three of us have shared oxygen — my sweet SPG and CVZ are arriving in Halfglassistan.


Let the squeeing begin.

Summertime, And The Livin' Is Easy

(oh, how I heart my Bowen babies!)

In Which We Wonder What To Do

"You can't stay 

in your corner of the forest waiting 

for others to come to you. 

You have to go get them sometimes." 

— Winnie the Pooh, A. A. Milne, 1882-1956 

Wordless "People-Let-Me-Tell-Ya-'Bout-My-Best-Friend" Wednesday

(sing it with me)