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A new attitude

Well, after last nights audition for the telecommuting job -- recorded into a machine, probably chock full of other auditions -- I looked at my humble little home office and shuddered. If it were human, it would look like a terminal patient on life support. Using the set up was frightening, lest a wire is accidentally pulled. But I did it -- I did the unthinkable -- I pulled the plug. I unplugged the network,s o I heard howls from the three bedrooms, and shut it all out. I unplugged the fax, the head set for electa and skype, I liberated the web cam (how long's that been on, I wondered, glancing in the mirror to see if my hair was combed. I used to cover the webcam with a sock just in case some brat had set it up for spy cam, but apparently in the last few months, it ha blended, ike a gray chameleon amongst the rat's nest of wires and surge protectors. It took me about 3 hours, hyphenated with putterings in the kitchen to feed me, feed those in thieir rooms, and sit on the front porch to smoke. But finally it's done. This is a test. Apparenty if you are reading it, I did it all so far just fine. Its just the speakes and the webcam that Houston can't launch.

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Working from Home

I have a shopping list growing like Jack's Bean Stalk!

Tonight I checked my email and found that pig in a poke I signed up for -- promising work at home -- actually did respond and I was invited for an audio audition. I'd passed the pre-screen several days ago and then thought it died -- just a spam artist. Well, I got an email. So I gargled, did my do re mi's and called the toll free number to make my audition recording -- just bland data, no 'how would I save the world' beauty contest questions, they were just listening for comprehension, clarity, and tone of voice. I think I blew it. But maybe not. Depends on the rest of my desperate unemployed peers.

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Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be priest wives ...

I remember one Russian priest wrote about the scarcity of candidates for 'matushki' in pre-Revolutionary Russia. What did these women fear?

Well, they knew things. They heard things.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

I pulled this out of my old scrap book. A sob story about men who want to be priests who can't find wives. Good! I say. From this side of that proposal, I'd say that's divine intervention. Priests, once they are given a collar, have it apparently wired to the bark control or a very short leash. Attached to the other end is the bishop, usually a man with serious issues and only lip service to compassion, love and mercy. Trust me. The priest wives talk to each other. The priests talk to each other. Nothing more dysfunctional than church life when it is at its worse. And there's a real toxic pocket in America today!

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My little runaway

Not sure what happened, but sitting here in the ultimate Pink Slip of rejection: My daughter ran away from home.

I know you haven't met her.

She is my First Baby. Always a latent bloomer, always devoted, always vulnerable. An ADHD that was never diagnosed, but always a frustrating parental experience, a malleable child who in a religious environment (her father a minister) was a lightning rod for the sickest members of

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