…and this is what I did with my day. I took pictures of my dogs, my iced coffee, my self, Taylor’s bike,weeds,rocks,broken statues. I also removed most of my Skype list and reconnected with some on my twitter list. It was a good day. Lets hope more of them are.
I have a million things to do but, instead, I’m sitting here listening to a mix of Lauren Hill and Amy Winehouse on Spotify and taking pictures of my coffee and nails. (The coffee is dunkin donuts strawberry shortcake, which is surprisingly good with some sugar, especially iced. The nail polish is cheap wet and
I caught up on blogs today. Blog reading, that is. For the most part, for the past few months, I’ve only had a chance to skim my favorites — so I was excited to be able to sit down today and peruse all the blogs at my leisure. I noticed some things immediately: 1. Once
Sometimes, when the snow has gone to slush and the world is dingy and grey and caked with salt, the longing for spring pierces like a knife. I love winter, love hoodies and yoga pants and slippers and robes. I love warm, comforting food and soft, fuzzy blankets. I love snugly dogs and long, dark
So… I realized the other day that I haven’t really been sick this winter. A few minor sniffles and stomach upsets but nothing that lasted more than a day or so. I knocked on wood the second I realized it but I also gave myself a little pat on the back. I am pretty sure
So… I’m getting an iPad. I’m getting a small settlement from the accident I was in this past fall and we decided to use it for one necessary thing, one splurge and one “help someone else” thing. So we’re buying a new bed — because ours is at least 943 years old. We need one.
Hello. I hope you’re not expecting much. I know it’s been awhile — and today my fingers felt the urge to type and type so here I am — but I still don’t have much to say. How about a list? Lists are easy and catch you up fast, right? Right. So a list it
…you think you know me doesn’t mean you do. I’m starting to think that ALL the people who *think* they know me stopped paying attention a long time ago. Do you know me? Or do you know the me you saved in your head that may have fit the me I was then but no
A million small pricks will damage the heart as much as a single large blow. More, maybe. Insomnia sucks. Cycles of sleeping too much and not sleeping enough leave you looking and feeling ragged and blue. Make up doesn’t help Spring makes my heart smile Open windows and breezes make Sunday mornings in bed a
Because testing stuff is fun and I have nothing else to say! (Which is not really true. I came here to do a real post and got distracted by some updates)
Well, it’s December. Nablopomo is over. I fail at writing every day. I did, however, write 17 posts which is way better than the 12 I wrote the rest of the year. This? Is not my year for blogging, apparently. That’s okay, though. It’s been a busy year for life. I’ve been blogging since September
How could I ever have succeeded with something that starts with naaaaaa, you can’t do it? Oh well. I wrote a little and I changed my theme and I got three different people wanting to advertise with me, all of whom I said hells no to because I just don’t want a blog full of ad banners
See that picture? I want to be there. For about a month. And anyone who yells at me or acts like a wiener gets the bridge pulled up on ‘em. Some bits of tid since I have nothing else today: I woke up sicker than I was yesterday. It feels like this flu was running
Sometimes, when I’m out on the bike, I sing this song. I don’t have a radio on the bike and it’s illegal to use an iPod so I tend to sing to myself. I don’t know any whole songs so my singing sounds a lot like one of those late night informercials for 80s Love
I didn’t have a cup of coffee, at all, from around 9 am Friday until like 4 pm Sunday. Even since then I’ve only had a couple cups. Black tea with milk and honey is going down a lot better and eases my sore throat at the same time…
Buy a pound of already cut up beef — like that crap they label “beef for stir fry”. Toss it in a stock pot with some olive oil and salt and pepper and let it brown. Meanwhile, chop up a head of cabbage and saute it in some butter along with an onion and a
Had to park the bikes today. The weather is getting too iffy, the chances of snow growing more likely every day, and they had to be safe and snuggled in for the winter
Every week, by the time Friday night rolls around, I feel worn out and faded and so achy I just want to collapse. I’ve never been the Friday Night Party Girl type and I’ve only gotten less so as I get older.
Days. They are just not long enough to find time to write meaningful things. But a commitment is a commitment so… Today I: Had a very serious conversation that included the words Occupy your Vagina. Let my teenager drive me to the store. (SCARY!) Fell in the tub. (Who’d have thought a bath was more
Yesterday I got laid with a Breathe Right strip on my nose. Oddly it wasn’t all that embarrassing. Today I watched episode 10 of SOA, The X Factor USA and the final Harry Potter movie. So sad. We also plowed through nearly a dozen Krispy kremes. Horrifying. And now, all drugged for bed, I