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
Happy Holidays!
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
Ticky Tacky
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
Nook
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about getting some sort of tablet device. My laptop is amazing but it’s freaking huge and it weighs a ton and it’s not very comfy for using in bed or curled up in a chair or… well, for anything portable at all. My dream, of course, is an iPad
Faded
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.
It’s a sugar in my coffee kinda day.
Summer. It’s almost over. I’m watching the days rush by me with a tinge of sorrow. I’m not ready for fall, certainly not ready for winter. This summer has been truly good and blessed. This summer I have: Learned to ride — and put 1200 miles on my very own motorcycle. Ridden that motorcycle on
Almost…
It’s almost here. It’s really going to happen. In less than 24 hours I will be on vacation. In about 36 hours I will be heading for our getaway suite. I do believe we’ll lock the door (well, okay, auto locks since it’s a hotel but you get the idea) and not surface again until
Tidbits
Completely random thoughts with no redeeming value what so ever. I am such a bad blogger. I just don’t give a shit if you’re bored. I swear, I will try to be more exciting… later. Some time. Maybe. It always sort of amazes me when people actually notice things about other people. Not things folks
Fuzzy
Just… yanno… fyi? Mondays suck. I hate Mondays. So. busy. So. much. to. do. Headache. Ow. On a happy note, I ran to the store on my lunch and bought a fuzzy robe with a hood to wear while I work. I was going to get a Snuggie thing but the whole ass hanging out,
Sunday Scribbles
I’m sitting outside on my balcony. Yes, in November. Remember when Taylor put up that awning for me and built me in a desk? As Fall approached, we also closed the space in. We used that window plastic stuff, a layer inside and out, so I can still completely see out and get any sunlight
Time
So my stress level lately is off the fucking charts. It’s hard to explain why, hard to pinpoint any one thing as it all seems to build up. Most days, I can’t even tell if the thing I’m feeling stressed about is actually what I am stressed about. You know what I mean? Like you
Sunday Scribbles
The glasses are dark, your lips get chapped, there is sweat in the crotch of your jeans but you toss your head back and worship the hot, golden sun and endless blue sky.
Seriously? Seriously???
n the real world, you can have a good reason – or even a flimsy excuse – once in awhile. But if you do it every day, eventually people roll their eyes and think you’re full of shit and lazy.
Sunday Scribbles
So now I’m sitting here, knowing I should write a review but my coffee mug is stone cold and my brain is just… tired.
My Name is Boxxy
I rather miss my boxxy. This is the closest I could get…
Hahahahahahhahahaha HA
“I disagree . you’re a cunt biscuit. FUckity duck licker whoredoodle. yes yes yes! shut up, dog breath”
Ahhhh, weekend, how I love you
No idea what’s on the agenda for tomorrow. Possibly a thermos full of coffee and a day under my awning, typing up reviews.
Cherries and Wine
Today has been a productive day, in the laziest sense.
I mean, I really didn’t go anywhere or do anything and yet I accomplished a lot.
NO TOUCHING
I was kinda pissed off.
I kinda yelled at her.
Kinda a lot.
And then I went and told her boss.
BET SHE NEVER TOUCHES MY SHIT AGAIN!
Full
I’ve found that utter laziness and do-nothingness makes it seem like wasted time so I’m interspersing the lazy with some fun and some productive
Beautiful?
i am not a pretty girl
that is not what i do
Today? Was like a double Monday.
Weekend? Fantastic. Work after a three day weekend? Insane.
Morning Sex and Coffee
I’m not a fan of waking up so being woken up before I’m ready by someone groping and grabbing just irritates me. My head spins around like the girl from The Exorcist and it’s not at all pretty.
Saturday Morning Lists
And I? I will soon have the house to myself which means peace and quiet and no one else’s energy to invade my senses and, even though I shall be cleaning, I plan to enjoy it.




