Post-it note to help me remember: epic score. Putting Post-it on my forehead: epic fail.

Post-it note to help me remember: epic score. Putting Post-it on my forehead: epic fail.

In this post, I’m aiming high. I need to accomplish 3 things while being looped-up on pain meds. So forgive any typos or general nonsense you discover. My brain isn’t firing on all cylinders.

Another Nomination for the Blogher “Voices of the Year Contest”

You may or may not know (that covers all bases, right?) Izzy from Isadora’s Art and Photography. Well, she took a picture that is worth at least 2,000 words and I just nominated for The photography genre “Street Life/ Slice of Life” with her photograph entitled Broken. Click here to see her photo and her description of the circumstances surrounding how she cam e to capture the picture. Then hop on over to Blogher to vote. It’s easy. Sign up for an account, go to this page, click Izzy’s entry, then click on the word “Vote.”

A Reminder

In case you are the type that needs to be reminded to go to the bathroom because you are so darned busy, I thought a quick tickle in the ribs wouldn’t be a bad idea. Today, 2/16, is the LAST day when you can download for FREE my book, How was I Supposed to Know? The Adventures of a Girl Whose Name means Lost: a Memoir. 

Notice my slick marketing strategy. It involves 3 major tricks: repetition that is couched in totally self-less gestures, the liberal use of capital letters in shocking colors, and more repetition.

I’m counting on YOU to make this fancy marketing strategy work. Writing a review after you have finished reading it is also really important.

A Very Special Date

 Today marks 30 years of sobriety. For me, that is. It’s really too bad that I’m all doped up on painkillers to fully appreciate and enjoy this special occasion. I kind of feel drunk, which is the exact opposite of what this day should be all about. But I haven’t touched a not a drop of alcohol in 3 decades. Impressive, huh? Given the drunk-genes in my family, I sure came out a winner on this one. Drunk Lorna seems light years away from dizzy Lorna. Actually, I’ve been dizzier longer than I was a super-duper, A+++ alcoholic.

Whew! I did it. I made it through this post without embarrassing myself. But I sure am exhausted from all the typos I corrected along the way. A brain: it’s a terrible thing to lose!

I try never to faint when I'm alone. The floor is a long way away from my head. Thanks Mister.

I try never to faint when I’m alone. The floor is a long way away from my head. And I don’t need another malady on top of the ones I’m dealing with already.