I just paid my hosting for the next six months and realized I really either need to use this blog or let it go…
Another year with very little written on this blog. (Which is 8 years old now. EIGHT! I was still in my thirties when I started this thing.) Sometimes I feel that I should give it up, just not renew the domain and the hosting when that time comes. And then I realize that so very
Sometimes, you just have to remind yourself that so long as you make it though today, you’re doing okay. One. Day. At. A. Time.
So, our Rottweiler jumped off the roof yesterday. Seriously. When we left the house the door on the kennel wasn’t latched all the way, apparently, and he and the Beagle got out. Our bed is in front of the windows and it seems he heard a dog passing by and decided to jump on the bed,
I’ve decided I’m in a really weird place right now. I look around on Twitter and realize I just don’t have the time or energy to keep up with the fast paced chatter. Not only that but, also, the bulk of my connections on Twitter are sex toy reviewers and… meh. It doesn’t seem to
I was talking on Facebook yesterday about changes, how someone can change pretty significantly, and how it can be completely baffling when no one even notices. I mean, most people notice the big changes or the physical changes; new house, new car, lost weight, gained weight, you’re drinking more, you dyed your hair blue. But
It’s been pretty much 100 degrees here every day for the past week and, guess what? Our refrigerator gave up and said hell no, I’m not doing this anymore. And my landlord decided not to get back to me for 24 hours. And then had me buy one myself and deduct it from next month’s
I’m not entirely sure I believe it’s June… On one hand, it seems like it rushed up all fast and eager, one minute it’s February and all of a sudden it’s summer. On the other hand, though, the weather has been so ridiculous all over that it kind of seems like it might never be
…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.
Life, Lately Stuff from Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr Nails – purple, purple + glitter, purple + glitter + flakies, blue and glittery Riding – New windshield, Taylor’s airbrushed tank and trunk Doggies – Dazey beagle and Leonidas – life is oh so hard Me – Curly headed and happy. (Plus a very rare full body shot.)
I’m not prone to depression. Sure, there are times when I get down, times when I get stressed. I have seasons that are better than others. Right now? I feel like I’ve been down for a long, long time. It’s not a “life is bad” sort of down. Life is good, really. I have so
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.
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
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
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’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
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.
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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.