Okay, everybody, time to hit the bookmark toolbar thingy. Some of you have already see it: I’ve moved the BlondeChampage.com URL to point here. With so many sites, updates, and posts flying around, I grow weary of cross-linking all the livelong day.
So! Every time I submit a post, be it here at Blonde Champagne or otherwise, an update is going to appear over at the new site. And yes, this means that those of you who signed up for Tasting Notes won’t be getting the weekly updates anymore, but when something big goes down, such an annoucement of a public reading or a breaking alert on another traffic ticket, you’ll receive an email.
I am sorry I’m not bringing The Snark today, but I’m quite panic-attacky. Sometimes this happens when there’s a lot going on; sometimes there’s a crash out of nowhere; sometimes it’s a combination of things and a leaf falls fourteen miles to the northwest and I am inconsolably terrified. It’s a bad, bad day to have OCD, is all I’m saying. I’ll be fine, and am grateful that afternoons like this are quite few and far between, but it’s something I don’t want the rest of you to experience, so I’m just going to very quietly roll up in a ball over here and ride it out. Close the door on your way out, but leave it open just a crack so I can get a little bit of sunlight. Thanks.
goshdarnit, not this again at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com
7 responses so far ↓
Kat // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 1:10 am |
MB, I’ve never had to deal with OCD, so I can’t completely understand what you’re going through, but I thought a Word from God might help:
Psalm 121 –
1 I will lift up my eyes to the hills—
From whence comes my help?
2 My help comes from the LORD,
Who made heaven and earth.
3 He will not allow your foot to be moved;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
4 Behold, He who keeps Israel
Shall neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The LORD is your keeper;
The LORD is your shade at your right hand.
6 The sun shall not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
7 The LORD shall preserve you from all evil;
He shall preserve your soul.
8 The LORD shall preserve your going out and your coming in
From this time forth, and even forevermore.
Hang on to Him, MB. He is faithful, and He will lift you up at the appropriate time.
– Kat
mike is starting a riot: click to find out! // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 3:42 am |
If the hallmark of a good writer is that their words put you in the situations they feel, then M.B. is a very good writer. I seldom feel any more terrified than when she describes the inescapable prison that she cannot see or touch.
Hang tough, M.B. Hang tough. Oh, oh, oh, oh oh! Hang tough!
Hunter House Mom // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 4:12 am |
I like the new Morning Works: Media site. When I bookmarked/saved to Favorites I called it “Everything MB” :) Option two was “Drunk jockeys on Mars”. Hope you’re uncurled and out of the corner now. You are loved.
MB // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 5:26 am |
Thanks, everybody : )
Kell Belle // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 7:49 am |
Okay, I’m just going to bust the door down, pull you out into the sunlight and make you look at the pretty trees and fall colors. If that doesn’t work, I’ll resort to using chocolate and wine.
I do hope you are feeling better. Take care.
KB
JenniB // Friday, October 10, 2008 at 8:17 am |
Oh my goodness…I go away for a few months (okay, I think it’s been a year, sheesh) and you up and move the site, change the decor, and are up to all sorts of stuff. I had a devil of a time figuring out where this blog was in my “oh-no-she-deleted-the-site” induced panic. I think the last time I checked on your blog, you guys had just bought a new place together and gave me a spectacular idea for a Jeff Gordon nightlight for a friend. (Does that make sense at all?)
For what it’s worth, I think you should go for at least one kid. You are an awesome aunt and those kids need cousins.
In a Pew Near You « Blonde Champagne // Saturday, October 11, 2008 at 6:40 am |
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