Right. It’s time to unplug. To shut it off. To take a deep breath and fucking let it go. Because life? Because the moment? Being IN the moment?
That IS life.
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Right. It’s time to unplug. To shut it off. To take a deep breath and fucking let it go. Because life? Because the moment? Being IN the moment?
That IS life.
And there’s the fact that I can work from my bed, naked, on Sunday. I never quite feel right doing that on Monday.
I’m flopped out in bed with the lappy, all toasty warm in my new jammies, Taylor snoring softly beside me, a hot cup of vanilla butter rum coffee on the nightstand, the urge to write strong…
And yet I can’t gather up my thoughts properly to spit anything out.
A pap smear reminder? Way better than that fuzzy peach and white striped sweater I got one year. Way. Better.
And then I ate it all in two days again. With these flakey rolls I got from the bakery. They were like croissants, only rolls. Crazy good. Flakey pastry is like magic.
I spilled coffee, dribbled soup down my shirt, tripped up the stairs, stubbed my toe and smacked my head on a door frame. My bCurious didn’t get here today, my blog footer is showing up crazily for most FF users and I have a headache.
Ten minutes later, I’m on the site, buying this baby… the Ki Wi.
Wooohooo! I’m going to go dance in the snow and catch flakes on my tongue
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I was going to start this post with something like… ahhhh, Saturday mornings! And then I looked at the clock and realized it’s after noon already. Oops! I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever get to the point where I’m up early even when I don’t have to be. I’ve always been a night owl and
Let’s do bullets, shall we? This is my new coffee cup. No, it’s not a paper cup. It just looks like one. It is a porcelain cup with a silicone cover. So I can feel like I ran down the road for a coffee but I really didn’t. Or I can take it down the
I saw this picture and it suited how I feel today just fucking perfectly. Dragged down, wore out and mind numbingly tired. I’ve actually been feeling that way since the whole Daylight Savings Time ends/fall back thingy. It’s freaking dark at like… noon. *blink* The days drag on endlessly. Except from like eight til midnight. It’s crazy.
Have I mentioned that I love lazy Sundays in bed? I do. This morning I got up, let the dogs out, made some coffee, let the dogs back in, grabbed my mug and headed back to the bedroom. Taylor was like… ”You’re going back to bed????” and before I could even say anything, he was
I feel utterly lazy. I shouldn’t. I worked all day. But now I’m flopped out in the bed with the bug, my laptop, some coffee, the iPhone, all curled under a blanky and being a bum. I’m crampy, damn it. I had to go for another colposcopy yesterday after yet another abnormal pap so they
Fonder, they say. But in the world of blogging I’m thinking not so much. I can’t help it, guys. I’m busy as hell lately and the ol’ blog is suffering. I don’t want to fill it with “oh, gee, sorry I’m not here, see ya soon” sort of posts but that’s exactly what I seem
So some of you follow me on Twitter and probably saw the announcement the other day but, in case you didn’t, That Teen had teh secks. My little baby boy. Halp! I knew it was coming. He’s been dating his girlfriend for three, four months now. He comes home with hickies on his belly. I
I’ve been totally MIA, haven’t I? Busy. Too damned busy. By the time I get done with all the stuff I have to do the last thing I feel like doing is more on the computer, even here. My brain is fried. I’ll find something to say at some point, though. I promise.
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I have had the LONGEST damned week. Oh my gods. Playing so hard on a Sunday had me just… sleepy and lethargic ’til Tuesday. Then Thursday I woke up with swollen glands and a sinus headache and by afternoon I was dizzy and barely able to keep my eyes open and sore to my bones.
Taylor and I went to a new monthly event yesterday. I got my ass kicked. Like… punching, slapping, tossed to the ground kicked. Plus there were floggers and knives and enough hair pulling to bruise my neck. Yes. That picture is from Taylor pulling my hair so hard my collar dug into my neck and
…of laundry. That’s what I did today. Mountains of it. Some of it even still smelled like campfire. I was just a wee bit behind on household chores. *blink* The resulting clean house, however, makes it worth both the incessant loading, unloading, folding, hanging, loading, unloading, folding, hanging, etc, etc and the ballooned up lip
Camping was an absolute blast. It ended up being just Taylor and I since our friends, one by one, dropped out. (Not cuz we smell bad or anything. Just a lot of sickness and emergency work calls and whatnot) But it was good. We headed out on the bike around nine in the morning and
Yawnnnn Strechhhhhh. What a lazy Saturday. The laptop didn’t show up until almost seven last night. Talk about dragging out the anticipation. Sheesh. FedEx is a sadistic company. All in all, though, I was pretty impressed. I ordered it on Tuesday after the close of normal business hours and had it in my greedy