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.
Many years and a few lifetimes ago I was a single man. Yeah that’s hard to believe right? But I swear to God it’s true. And like a lot of single men I went to bars. I was never the guy to go to a bar just to hangout though. I never understood why anyone
What was it that comic said the other night? You know you’ve found the one when you no longer want to leave? When you recognize all their little faults and annoying traits and horrible habits and, if it were anyone else, you’d be out the door — but because it’s them you think… nah… I”ll stay.
Some days I think people do not know how to be happy anymore. I feel like I”m surrounded by negativity, by people who don’t have anything to say unless it’s something unkind, sarcastic, snarky or mean. It seems like people don’t have anything good in their lives. Or, when they do, it’s so short lived.
Every once in awhile I pull out one of those old school, C battery taking, traditional plastic vibes that cost less than $15. Or a $10 pocket rocket. I take them out and I use them and I get off like lightening and I grin, remembering the days when they were all I had and I
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
What can inspire a blogger who hasn’t blogged in months to open the old wordpress? An app on the Nook,of course. Yes. This is just a test. Sorry! I truly suck.
I’m a pretty up kind of person. I try not to let shit bog me down, try not to let the little things worry me too much, try to live in the moment and be thankful for what I have. But lately? I have the blues, man. Mostly it’s little stuff; the kid growing up
…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
I? Am entirely too susceptible to suggestion. I read about coffee, I need to make a cup of coffee. I read about breakfast, I’m hungry for eggs. In the series of books I’m reading one of the main characters keeps nibbling on glazed almonds. Of course I am now sitting here with glazed pecans (I
It is so quiet in the world of blogs and blogging lately. Seriously, my reader is humming Silent Night every time I open it. Nobody has a thing to say and those who do are too busy to say it. Here, too. Between work and running around, preparing for the holiday and shopping for the gifts and
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
So sweet I cannot stand it. I know this doesn’t count as a real post but, dude, I’m cooking breaded pork chops and can’t be arsed to, like WRITE something, ffs. [vsw id="GzgpeLFf4z4" source="youtube" width="425" height="344" autoplay="no"]
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…