Today's post is dedicated to Sprouting Off.
Farkle

Hey, Pemco!

Look, unless you're prepared to read about nothingness, give up my blog!
Yes, I've been checking other insurances. Yes, I've found better prices. AND... yes, I just need to get my butt in gear. Leaving Farkle's frustration and dust at your doorstep. MY problem? Prioritizing. Fighting insurance companies, last on my bucket list. Crap...
Farkle

Wired

I said never again... but did it anyway. Two weeks of set schedules left me sleeping nicely and then the unspeakable. (back to work) So... yesterday 12-9 had me slamming an energy drink. (Wired)
Speech became tangled into knots, making me sound like a foreigner from space. What the hell? Bedtime rolled around, schizophrenia set in, and those voices. My head still hurts. Promise to myself; Never, ever again.
Made kombucha today, taking pictures of junior like any proud parent would do. Fingers crossed, hoping for twins. In seven or eight days, a baby will be born Yay! Hey... maybe I can make some money at this. Kombucha farming... oh yea baby, $$$$$$$.
Farkle

Kombucha Tea

My latest endeavor, making kombucha tea. At first glance, the scoby looks like cow tongue floating in a mason jar. Thus making my first encounter slightly nauseating. Okay... I wanted to puke. My "kombucha mother" was gifted from one of Annies neighbors, obviously deserving of her new name, "Brave Heart." (grinning) Soon, snoozing in a bassinet, (okay a jar) kombucha babies. Herb Deb will become the recipient of my first babe... I'm hoping for twins! So after watching the video... like a gazillion times, I'm excited to buy some jars and get to work birthing. Proudly posting a picture of my newest offspring... please, lets give a big welcome to "Hiroko." (Japanese name meaning 1) "abundant child," 2) "prosperous child," or 3) "generous child.")
Annie, it will be you... whom enjoys the first sip of my home brew.
Farkle

Lindsey Baum

She's still not home. Ten year old Lindsey Baum, vanished into thin air a few weeks ago from McCleary Washington. Several blocks from where we sat snacking on sandwiches, sipping wine and watching "The secret life of bees." In this tiny little town, a dark and sinister presence now resides. Terrorizing not only this small community but the entire nation. My heart aches for her and her family, as do many others. Turning on the evening news night after night, my thoughts return to her and the mystery of her disappearance. Only serving to remind us all how precious and vulnerable our children are. Safe return... Lindsey.
Farkle

Welcoming Jon

Perfection is not a pretty word for some, more like a curse. Obsessing on everything one does, sees, hears, and feels describes this affliction with great accuracy. Few can fill these shoes, nor would they want to. Its toll is emotionally and physically draining. Most challenging for those afflicted, the inability to to just walk away. Jon... welcome to my world and I'm guessing yours.
Farkle

"Pemco"

Seems feelings have been hurt in the cooperate world of Pemco. Disturbing that which has created angst and loathing in mine. Ironically, these hurt feelers have generated responses to the "Pemco" post of which I had written. (This makes me smile)
Insert here; Some who write are comment whores. Driven by the need to know who's reading that which they have so eloquently put on paper or in my case, cyberspace. In sorts, this category of people herein ... is I. Hence the stat counter. Not really caring as to who you are, but where you have came from.
The post, Kiss My Ass, "Pemco," now is generating peals of laughter. For this I graciously thank you. Receiving two comments thus far, both from Pemco employees. This was not a personal attack on you, but your company. So with that being said, it was nice to meet you.

I'm a lot like you.
But a little different.
Farkle