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…
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.
I suck at this
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
I’m late, I’m late!
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
*Blink*
Why, hello blog. I sort of forgot about you. It was a busy winter and everything in the world seemed more important than spending yet one more minute online to update you. Don’t take it too hard. I forsook (is that a word?) Twitter and Facebook and reviews, too. It wasn’t personal. My brain was
Keys
So, the other day, we were watching American Idol — shut up. I like it. Leave me alone. — and there was a girl wearing a skeleton key as a necklace and I was like, wow, that’s pretty. It wasn’t a fancy one, wasn’t a bejewelled one, just a skeleton key on a leather thong.
Hours
Amazing what a difference a few hours can make. The tree is up, the house is twinkling, some gifts are wrapped, candles are flickering, garlands are hung and life is good. Even if Taylor keeps saying “Crapmas”. Grinch. Of course I did make him suffer thru two Country Christmas CDs. :D **yes, the tree picture
Holiday Phunk
I? Have a depression on. It’s December 19th and my tree isn’t up yet, nor are there any garlands or snowmen or twinkling lights in my house. I’m doing it today. That Teen is with his gramma for the weekend so I’d like him to come home to some Christmas spirit but I just… I’m
Random blah blah blah
Soooo…. I’m sitting here with bleach on my roots on the pink part of my hair, knowing it’s going to be an all day project to get the pink pink again and touch up the dark. Each step requires separating hair, applying product only where it needs to be, waiting, washing, completely drying, then doing
Lazy Caramel Coffee Day
I woke up this morning to a little winter wonderland. The first snow of the year. I love snow, especially in November, December and January. By February and March I’m tired of it but early in winter? It excites me every time. It’s insulating, snow. You feel like you’re in your own quiet little world.
Plans
So we’re still not entirely sure where we’re going for our mini vacation. We’re thinking about staying closer to home – which will mean less time on the road, more time relaxing. I do know it’s going to be uber romantic, though. I must have the romance! Heh. Today I got a HUGE order of
Sleep
I cannot fucking sleep lately. I get tired. I even fall asleep some nights at a reasonable hour. But I cannot stay asleep. Every time a dog barks or whines, I wake up. Every time a cat jumps on the bed, I wake up. Every time Taylor coughs or rolls over, I wake up. Every
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.
Randomness
…a mug of vanilla coffee, throw a handful of vanilla salts in the bath water and let the warmth ease my muscles and soothe my soul – not that either are very sore but, still, some ease and soothing can never hurt.
Sunday Rambling
Seemingly endless days where the sun is shining, a breeze is blowing, the clock is ticking slowly, the coffee is flowing freely, strong and dark. The music keeps me company while I sit outside, keeping Taylor company while he tinkers with the bike.
Recycled Heaven
It shades me from the sun and allows me to sit out here with the laptop during the day, getting off my desk so I don’t feel all trapped and stuck in the same place, day after day, hour after hour. It gives me a place to sit, like tonight, in candlelight with a glass of wine and type away.
Sex Positive Hypocrite?
t’s the buzzword these days. It’s something I’m constantly being accused of not being. It’s, basically, being accepting of other sexualities, genders, kinks, preferences. It’s not ridiculing others for their sexuality, it’s…
You? Do not get to redefine equality.
Let’s start remembering it’s about being equal, not the same. Choice, not force
Just sayin’
I have a right to personal space and personal opinions. To BE a person.
Stick a fork in me
Because my brain is scattered, you get bullets…
Sugar in the Raw and Hot Monkey Sex
So I just brewed myself a huge mug of coffee (pour over – meh, not as good as press) on a night I said I wasn’t going to do coffee and was going to sleep early….
Grown up
I? Am officially a grown up. We bought our very first lawn mower today. New. From the lawn mower store. It’s red and shiny. It mulches! And Taylor actually went and bought it cuz the lawn mower store makes me almost comatose with boredom. We’re a very stereotypical couple. He hates going into Target or
Always a Bright Side
*sigh sigh sigh*
The Voices are Taunting me!
Even sitting here, happily drinking coffee (Kona this morning) and blogging…
My messy house calls, the wasted time taunts.




