Like Bunnies!

Go ahead, try to deny the complete adorableness of my bunnies. I say “my” bunnies because they moved in when we did. They’re wild, but they’re still pretty tame. They lay out and sun themselves on my patio. Anyway, enjoy!

 

 

 

This used to be the baby, since then I’m pretty sure she’s multiplied so now she’s mama.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   <— random I know but I want her job. T & I went to the Aquarium.

 

 

 

 

 

    Can you see the sea dragon? Pretty neat little creatures of the sea.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This one is my favorite. I put out a tupper ware dish of Alfalfa hay for the bunnies to enjoy, only to find the new baby laying in it. This baby is truly tiny, to give you an idea keep in mind that this tupperware container is meant for sandwiches.

 

 

 

  She let me get pretty close!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  The new Mama is always close by

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Same baby but further away

Song of the Lotos-Eaters

 

This just really moves me so I wanted to share it

 

Alfred Tennyson, Lord Tennyson. 1809–1892

702. Song of the Lotos-Eaters

THERE is sweet music here that softer falls
Than petals from blown roses on the grass,
Or night-dews on still waters between walls
Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass;
Music that gentlier on the spirit lies,	5
Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes;
Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies.
Here are cool mosses deep,
And thro’ the moss the ivies creep,
And in the stream the long-leaved flowers weep,	10
And from the craggy ledge the poppy hangs in sleep.
Why are we weigh’d upon with heaviness,
And utterly consumed with sharp distress,
While all things else have rest from weariness?
All things have rest: why should we toil alone,	15
We only toil, who are the first of things,
And make perpetual moan,
Still from one sorrow to another thrown:
Nor ever fold our wings,
And cease from wanderings,	20
Nor steep our brows in slumber’s holy balm;
Nor harken what the inner spirit sings,
‘There is no joy but calm!’—
Why should we only toil, the roof and crown of things?
Lo! in the middle of the wood,	25
The folded leaf is woo’d from out the bud
With winds upon the branch, and there
Grows green and broad, and takes no care,
Sun-steep’d at noon, and in the moon
Nightly dew-fed; and turning yellow	30
Falls, and floats adown the air.
Lo! sweeten’d with the summer light,
The full-juiced apple, waxing over-mellow,
Drops in a silent autumn night.
All its allotted length of days,	35
The flower ripens in its place,
Ripens and fades, and falls, and hath no toil,
Fast-rooted in the fruitful soil.
Hateful is the dark-blue sky,
Vaulted o’er the dark-blue sea.	40
Death is the end of life; ah, why
Should life all labour be?
Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,
And in a little while our lips are dumb.
Let us alone. What is it that will last?	45
All things are taken from us, and become
Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past.
Let us alone. What pleasure can we have
To war with evil? Is there any peace
In ever climbing up the climbing wave?	50
All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave
In silence; ripen, fall and cease:
Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream,
With half-shut eyes ever to seem	55
Falling asleep in a half-dream!
To dream and dream, like yonder amber light,
Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height;
To hear each other’s whisper’d speech;
Eating the Lotos day by day,	60
To watch the crisping ripples on the beach,
And tender curving lines of creamy spray;
To lend our hearts and spirits wholly
To the influence of mild-minded melancholy;
To muse and brood and live again in memory,	65
With those old faces of our infancy
Heap’d over with a mound of grass,
Two handfuls of white dust, shut in an urn of brass!
Dear is the memory of our wedded lives,
And dear the last embraces of our wives	70
And their warm tears: but all hath suffer’d change;
For surely now our household hearts are cold:
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.
Or else the island princes over-bold	75
Have eat our substance, and the minstrel sings
Before them of the ten years’ war in Troy,
And our great deeds, as half-forgotten things.
Is there confusion in the little isle?
Let what is broken so remain.	80
The Gods are hard to reconcile:
‘Tis hard to settle order once again.
There is confusion worse than death,
Trouble on trouble, pain on pain,
Long labour unto agèd breath,	85
Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars
And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars.
But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly,
How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)
With half-dropt eyelids still,	90
Beneath a heaven dark and holy,
To watch the long bright river drawing slowly
His waters from the purple hill—
To hear the dewy echoes calling
From cave to cave thro’ the thick-twinèd vine—	95
To watch the emerald-colour’d water falling
Thro’ many a wov’n acanthus-wreath divine!
Only to hear and see the far-off sparkling brine,
Only to hear were sweet, stretch’d out beneath the pine.
The Lotos blooms below the barren peak:	100
The Lotos blows by every winding creek:
All day the wind breathes low with mellower tone:
Thro’ every hollow cave and alley lone
Round and round the spicy downs the yellow Lotos-dust is blown.
We have had enough of action, and of motion we,	105
Roll’d to starboard, roll’d to larboard, when the surge was seething free,
Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea.
Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind,
In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie relined
On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.	110
For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl’d
Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl’d
Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world:
Where the smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,
Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring deeps and fiery sands,	115
Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands.
But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song
Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong,
Like a tale of little meaning tho’ the words are strong;
Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil,	120
Sow the seed, and reap the harvest with enduring toil,
Storing yearly little dues of wheat, and wine and oil;
Till they perish and they suffer—some, ’tis whisper’d—down in hell
Suffer endless anguish, others in Elysian valleys dwell,
Resting weary limbs at last on beds of asphodel.	125
Surely, surely, slumber is more sweet than toil, the shore
Than labour in the deep mid-ocean, wind and wave and oar;
O rest ye, brother mariners, we will not wander more.

A Lovely Day Off

Well… my back’s been pretty sore for a little over a month now but I’ve been pushing through it because we’re pretty busy at work.  I’ve been thinking about calling my Chiropractor but just haven’t gotten around to doing it.

Yesterday, I fell off of our tall budget truck though, while holding onto the handle and my mild to moderate constant back pain was aggravated with some pretty serious shoulder pain.  That’s it, I thought, I’m calling the chiropractor. She was able to get me this morning and this is what we’ve discovered.

I have a subluxated or dislocated scapula.  There’s definitely something off… but we can’t tell exactly how off it is.  In case you’re wondering a dislocation is when a joint or bone is pushed or pulled out of place.  A subluxation is when a bone or joint is partially pushed or pulled out of place.  She made some adjustments today but wasn’t able to do it all at once so I have to go back tomorrow. I’ll get more clarification for you tomorrow on whether or not my scapula is subluxated or dislocated.  (I’m thinking subluxated)

 

So that is my big news for today.  I have the day off because I have to take in my truck tonight at 12am. fun times, we’re supposed to get almost 600 pieces and eleven pallets so that’s going to be a blast… (not really, actually.)

 

HOWEVER, because I did have the day off I was able to drop some stuff off at the new apartment and (gasp) take some pictures! My camera is acting funky though, the pictures were all pretty stipulated and dark despite the great natural light and I don’t know why so I’ll try to get some better pics up once we officially move in.

 

Our Dining Area & Our Entrance…

 

Tristan’s Office/Laboratory (weight bench to be moved!)

 

 

Hallway…

 

Adorable bathroom (note the shelf by the window)

 

Living Room with Amazing Comfortable Couches

 

Brand New Kitchen/Appliances

 

Bedroom (It’s pretty bare at the moment)

 

Outside our Door…

   

(Pavers will be used for our walkway )

 

and… OUR POOL!

 

 

 

Did I mention this isn’t a scam and I’m wicked happy? Because it’s not and I am.

Back to Basics

Well it’s moving time, this is the week and I’ve got a lot of packing to do so I might be M.I.A. for a little bit.

I’m making a list of all the stuff we need, just the basic stuff like silverware, glasses, pots, pans, baking pans etc. and this is adding up! I’m really shocked, although I shouldn’t be because I’ve bought it all like sixteen times before but… I’m just a little bummed out I guess. I’m going to have to buy one thing at a time. Once a week buy a pan or something. Starting with the most important.

 

Anyway… that’s all I’ve got for now! Stay tuned for pictures and moving stories.

A breath of fresh air

It’s just a beautiful day.  I have no other way to describe it. Everything feels good, everything is just falling together, the stars are aligning and things are turning around. I can’t tell you how good I feel and it is a beautiful day.

About the apartment…

Last night Tristan and I went to go look at the apartment.  We pulled in and were immediately surveying our surroundings.  Golf course down the street, less than 1/4 mile to a bike path, cranberry bog at the end of the road. (Read: SPRING PEEPERS) The house was well kept, no trash in the front yard, always a good sign when you are apartment hunting on the Cape. 

The owner was working in his open garage on some wood and immediately came out and greeted us warmly.  Not the typical cape cod douche who ignores you until you are awkwardly clearing your throat! Success! He introduced himself as Tom and told us that Debbie would be out in a minute to show us around. As if on queue, Debbie was out introducing herself.  We talked briefly about nothing relevant, the weather, the neighborhood, jobs etc. and then Debbie showed us around.

Through the side yard where she directed a driveway would be installed with pavers leading to the gate for us.  Open up the gate into the AMAZING gated side yard. (Private for us) Flower beds surrounding the property, a cutesy little garden shed and a patio complete with table and chairs. (So far I’m in!) Tristan gave me a look as if to say “pull it together we have to see the inside.” I tried my best to straighten up but lets face it I was sold on the yard alone.  We walked to the slider and were escorted inside to the most immaculate apartment I have ever seen.

I should say it’s a basement apartment, but it’s unlike any basement you’ve ever seen. In fact they may have a completely separate basement because this is no basement.  It’s a FINISHED in-law apartment.  It’s above ground with TONS of windows. Since it’s above ground all the windows let in natural light, but in case it’s not enough light? Recessed lighting on dimmers everywhere. Every ounce of that apartment can be soaked in warm light at the touch of a dial. Love it. Love it. Love it.  Relax Aimee we aren’t even in the door yet really. 

The door is closed behind us and we are immediately struck by the large size dining room with warm pine dining table. This is staying Debbie informs us, in fact, everything is staying except for this couch which we have to move upstairs and the weight bench unless you want it.  (The couch is in the middle of the dining room mind you so not a big loss there, although it does look comfy.)

Even the decor is beautiful. I have a huge shit eating grin on my face and Tristan I think is trying to play poker because I know inside he’s doing the happy dance.  We walk into the first bedroom which is fairly decent sized.  It currently houses a GIANT weight bench and a brand new recliner with the tag still attached.  She says that this can be our bedroom but it’s really just a bonus room because the ‘bedroom’ is larger but we can play around anyway we like.  Mentally Tristan and I are communicating “Tristan’s Lab Office” This can be Tristan’s private room for his artwork and projects and guitar and music and all the extras that make him who he is.  Not that I’ve prohibited it before, we just never had the space for a dedicated room.  Not anymore pooky! It’s yours!

Directly across lies the bathroom where both Tristan and I “Ooh & Ahh!” Did I mention it’s brand new? It has a cutesy little window-shelf that reminds me of a window seat, and a brand new bath & tub. Tristan is excited because it’s pristine and he won’t have to be afraid to soak in the tub if he so chooses. You mean I can go barefoot in there? (Did I mention our last apartments have been horrific?) Lots of natural light. It’s beautiful.

We exit the bathroom and step into the GRAND Living Room/Kitchen.  All brand new appliances with beautiful cabinets and countertops on the right side, the left side is furnished with the MOST comfortable couches and chairs I’ve EVER sat on and a huge tv. She informs us again that all utilities are included and Tom has great cable, HBO even and it’s already hooked up.  I am… incredulous? I can’t believe our luck at this point and I think this is where Tristan resolved we would never get it because our luck just isn’t that good… She points out the closet with w/d hookup, and says we could probably find a cheap stackable on craigslist if we wanted to.  (true) and mentions there isn’t a ton of closet space but with the right shelving we could really have more than enough.  She says that they’ve painted it white for prospective renters but she’s a fan of color so if we want to paint or want her to paint just say the word.  Of course we don’t object.

We step into the master bedroom which is fitted with a queen bed, it might have even been a king I don’t know for sure I was floating on cloud nine at this point.  It has a beautiful side table and a huge TV in this room.  No closet but a huge dresser (we don’t hang anything but Jeans and uniforms anyway) and then… get this… she leaves us alone!  She says well I’m going to go upstairs and let you two think about it, if you have any questions I’ll just be right outside.  Is this lady for real? Never, ever, in my entire life have I gone to an apartment viewing and had the chance to speak in private with whomever I’m with.  This little thing struck me as so… charming I could puke.  The second she was out the door I was hopping up and down “I WANT IT, I WANT IT, I WANT IT” Tristan turns to me and practically squeals “I know it’s amazing! I’ve never seen a deal like this!” We quickly pull ourselves together and turn off all the lights, head up to the main household (checking out the pool first which was, amazing in case you are wondering) and head upstairs.

I prepare to give my speech, references, paychecks, etc, the whole nine yards that I had prepared and she stops me in my tracks. (Oh no!) “We don’t need that” she says… “we trust you… we just want somebody who will appreciate it, like you two” We don’t get straight down to business and instead talk about what they like to do and what we like to do. (Fishing, boating outdoors for them. Gardening, art, outdoors for us) Talk about work (HVAC, Hospital for them, Stanley Steemer, CVS for us) Tristan mentions how he wanted to do HVAC in California and get this… they tell us that if he’s serious they can get Tristan a job! Fucking amazing. After more shit shooting they say “It’s yours.” so nonchalantly that I barely hear them. It’s ours? I say and they turn to each other, yeah it’s yours when do you want it?

It’s ours! IT’S OURS! IT’S OURS! We paid them the ridiculously small fee of $1,000 to move in (First, last and security) and we made a date of April 17th and 18th for move in.  The 17th is Tristan’s birthday so I got that Saturday off and he’s of course not working on his birthday. So we are moving! To an amazing apartment! Never before seen deal on Cape Cod! Amazing!

 

I feel as though we earned this.  That karma acknowledges us, realizes that we had the hardest winter, the hardest year we may have ever had on an individual level as well as on a couple level and that it’s time to turn the tables.  I feel like this is it; this is our chance for success, for happiness for us to finally be what we always wanted.  It’s not just the apartment although that was the icing on the cake.  My job, Tristan’s job and work prospects, and our life in general.  The past two months, the past few weeks, Tristan and I have never been better.  I can explain the shift  but I know I’m grateful for it, and I know amazing things are coming. For once I actually want to participate instead of sitting on the sidelines and talking trash saying “Oh yeah I’m on my way, I’m doing this and that” meanwhile totally missing the train I should have been hopping on.  No way, not this time. I’m on that train with the love of my life and we are riding high.  I just feel like… a weight has been lifted off of us and I can breathe easy, head held high and finally just relax.

 

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for everything. I don’t know who I’m thanking but I’m just so grateful and happy.

 

P.S. My diet is back on. I have a pool now!

Full Pink Moon

Listen to one of my favorite albums all day today okay? Pink Moon by Nick Drake! Why? Because tonight is the Full Pink Moon!

 

• Full Pink Moon – April This name came from the herb moss pink, or wild ground phlox, which is one of the earliest widespread flowers of the spring. Other names for this month’s celestial body include the Full Sprouting Grass Moon, the Egg Moon, and among coastal tribes the Full Fish Moon, because this was the time that the shad swam upstream to spawn.

 

 

 

Best Volkswagen Commerical EVER

Wooing a Potential Landlord…

Today I am going to look at an apartment that I found on Craigslist.  Tristan will come too if he’s out of work, but I’ve been the one directly communicating with the property owner.

I desperately want this place so I’m pulling out ALL the stops. No holds barred on this one, I want it, and it’s mine.

I’ll put the ad here but I’m removing any identifying information because you can’t have this place it’s mine.

 

$250 / 2br – Beautiful In-Law Cape Cod (Yarmouth port ,MA) (map)

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Reply to: Too Bad it’s already mine

Date: 2009-04-07,

$250.00 weekly. Furnished brand new apartment available. 2 BR 1BA, LR, DR, washer dryer hookup. Slider to patio w/ fenced in back yard. Access to in-ground pool.
Includes all utilities EXCEPT phone. We are looking for professional single/couple, non smokers and no pets. Convenient location. Year round.
1st, last and security needed

• Location: Dreamtown
• it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

 

I e-mailed back and forth a few times and finally spoke to the woman on the phone, she informed me that it’s a brand new in-law that she built for her family to stay in, but went a little overboard and wants to recoup some expenses by renting it.  It has all new appliances and everything is brand new except for the furniture which came from her previous house.  It’s got it’s own private gated yard and access to the pool… I think I’m in heaven. $1000 a month includes not far from where I got married? Fuck yes. Pardon my french here but Fuck Yes! (How would I say that in french? Merde is shit…)

Anyway, as I said earlier I’m pulling out all the stops. I’m going to get all dolled up in my fancy pants and then I’ve compiled a ‘portfolio.’  This portfolio will include my past three pay stubs as well as Tristan’s if I can iron them out (argh – love you pooky), My rental references as well as returned security deposit statements and checks, my last credit report, and I’m trying to think of what else I can fluff it up with… perhaps my 4.0gpa transcript? We’ll see… At any rate I hope it goes well. I’m meeting her at 5:30pm tonight so wish me luck!

 

In other news, I took in my delivery last night at 10:30pm and got out of work around 11:30am.   Long freaking night but we did a really good job and Jenn came in and was really happy with how the store looked and felt. Yay Yay Yay! I hope this is a day to celebrate.  Although she did tell me that we’ll be going without a store manager for about two months but knew I could handle the challenge. Yay Yay Yay

New Blog!

I just wanted to introduce a new blog, not mine, but one I’ve found, or rather one that found me!

 

Confused? Don’t be… this blog is great.  A young girl, Bianca,  about the age of 15 but is rather worldly. How worldly? Well she’s lived in a kajillion different countries (“During my 15 years of being on Earth, I have had the opportunity to live in five countries – Zimbabwe, Republic Of Ireland, Northern Ireland, Sicily and France” ) and carries herself with maturity and FUN. She’s fun and I promise she won’t scam you. Go check out her blog, you’ll enjoy it I promise.

Deja Moi Comme Ca – Bianca

Check out the stop motion video she made on how to make banana bread. Brilliant really. Bloody brilliant!

 

April Fool’s

My very favorite store, The Bird Watcher’s General Store has a weekly column in our local paper titled ‘Ask The Bird Folks’ and every week he (Mike O’Connor) answers questions from his readers about birds. 

If you’ve never read the article, or been into the store you won’t know that he is extremely funny and a total practical joker.  His shop features a daily board outside where they write notes… today’s was:

His wife, was my fourth grade teacher and they both make me laugh.  Mike is very satirical and mocks his readers but in a fun and friendly way.  Last week’s article was on The great Nautilus Duck… I’m attaching the article here because… well it made me laugh really hard and I think you should laugh too.

 

If you like this article or want to read others like this, check out his website, and click the link “Ask the Bird Folks”

 

 

Dear Bird Folks,

I just came back from fishing on Scargo Lake in Dennis, (MA), where my favorite area was posted: "Caution Nautilus Duck nesting area." First of all, what is a Nautilus Duck? And most importantly, is this bird going to keep me away from my favorite pond like the Piping Plovers keep people from driving on the beach?

- Ron, Dennis, MA

Relax, Ron,

Don’t start any rumors about more beach closures. Do you want a riot to break out? What is it with people and their beach obsession? You could take some people’s children away and they would say: "Okay, but the beach will still be open, right?" Yes, your beach will still be open. Well, most of the time it will be open. A small area on Scargo Lake will be closed to some public access when the nautilus ducklings are hatching out. I believe Scargo Lake has five Nautilus Duck nests, so there’ll be a lot of action. But unlike plovers, which seem to milk the nesting process, these birds are up and done in one day. Plus, a Nautilus Duck’s hatching is such a spectacle that anyone lucky enough to witness it won’t mind if the area is closed for a few hours.

The adult Nautilus Duck is nothing special to look at. Both the male and female birds are a generic, boring brown. They look like a cross between a female Mallard and a lunch bag. I’m sure most people have seen Nautilus Ducks before but probably didn’t pay much attention to them. However dull they may be, their nesting habits make Nautilus Ducks standout from any bird you’ve read about or ever seen on TV.

Most of the year Nautilus Ducks act like any other puddle duck, quietly feeding in area bogs and marshes. But when the breeding season arrives they become more like creatures found on the Sci-Fi Channel. Instead of building a nice cozy nest of dried grass and downy feathers, these nutty birds lay their eggs underwater. Working mostly at night, the female dives to the bottom of the pond and deposits an egg on the branches of an aquatic vine. Her eggs aren’t hard-shelled like a chicken’s eggs would be; they are soft and gelatinous, somewhat like frogs’ eggs. Over the next two weeks, twelve to fourteen eggs are laid on the same vine.

The female Nautilus Duck can’t sit and incubate her eggs because she can’t remain underwater longer than a minute or two. Instead, she gets help from an unlikely source. The surfaces of her eggs are coated with a tacky enzyme called "clingbryo" that not only holds the eggs securely to the plant, but also allows the eggs to draw oxygen and nutrients from the plant itself. The Nautilus Duck’s "nest" looks like an underwater pumpkin patch. With nutrition provided by the host plant, the chicks grow rapidly. After twenty-seven days the little birds are ready to hatch. This is when things really get crazy.

The hatching process for most birds is slow and drawn out. It typically takes hours for a chick to crawl out of its egg. This can’t be the case for baby Nautilus Ducks because they’d drown; so nature has developed a way to bring the little birds to the surface in less than a second. A chemical reaction causes all the eggs to split open at the same time. The pressure from the surrounding water collapses the eggs and blasts the chicks towards the surface. This process is like when we bite into a cherry tomato and the gooey insides squirt onto the person sitting next to us. The birds shoot towards the surface with such force they actually become airborne, often rocketing twenty feet above the pond. The tiny chicks, which seconds earlier were snug inside their little shells, are now hurtling through the air. No worries, though; the ducklings simply open up their stubby wings and glide safely back down to earth. Well, they’ll glide safely if the wind isn’t blowing. If the day happens to be windy, some of the helpless chicks may end up in the surrounding trees and bushes, and will need our help.

As I mentioned earlier, there are at least five known Nautilus Ducks breeding in Scargo Lake. Because the egg hatchings are triggered by chemical changes in the water, every egg that is laid this spring will burst open at the same time, creating an instant spectacle. With nearly seventy ducklings blasting into the air at once this is a natural phenomenon that should not be missed. (Although Nautilus Ducks nest in several other Cape Cod ponds, Scargo Lake in Dennis, is the only site that is easily accessible to the public.) By studying water samples researchers are able to pinpoint, within an hour or two, when this hatching will take place. The Scargo Lake birds are expected to hatch around 11:00 AM this coming Wednesday. If you’ve never seen this show before, you definitely should get down there. Plan to arrive early because this event always draws a crowd. (Look for a small Scargo Lake sign on the south side of Rt. 6A in Dennis.) Also, if you have a small butterfly or fishing net, you should take it along. You may be asked to help pluck a duckling or two out of a bush. Remember, it’s this coming Wednesday, April 1st.

Vanity Publishing

Ever since I signed up and took courses in Business Management my mailbox is constantly flooded with an array of “Professional Women” advertisements and schemes.

I am not incredibly vain but I do like to think of myself as a talented businesswoman and such publications appeal to me.  I have been ‘selected’ and ‘invited’ to more networking opportunities than I even knew existed! I apparently even have my own websites out there in the world for networking purposes between other ‘business-minded professionals’ and furthering my career. What an amazing opportunity I get for no cost!

WRONG.

However vain I may be, I’m smart enough to see these things for what they are.  I know that they are stroking my ego and I am purring away but all they really want to do is ‘publish’ me in a networking book and then they hock the book at you for $20 some odd dollars and they skip away. THEY are the entrepreneurs and business folk. Not me. They are the one scamming people, not me. So I’ll bow out gracefully. I won’t publish my name in the “I got fooled quarterly” but this whole vanity publishing thing… you make me feel good… even if it is only momentarily.

 

 

 

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