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Happy Holidays!

Posted by on Dec 21, 2011 in Featured, Life | 1 comment

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 decorating and wrapping I’m plumb wore out. Excited, though.  I really kind of overdid it and splurged this year on everyone. Taylor and I got Nook Tablets for our birthdays.  (His is today....

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Things…

Posted by on Nov 8, 2011 in Dirty Dishes | 1 comment

Things…

...that I notice while sipping tea. In no specific order of importance.

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The Non Sexy Post

Posted by on Jun 9, 2011 in Babble | 0 comments

The Non Sexy Post

It’s not that there isn’t sex going on around here. There is.  It’s just that I have no desire to write about sexy stuff.  Maybe not ever again. I should probably just make a vanilla blog, eh? Nah, this is my home and I’ll write what I want. Anyhow… Lots of fun going on. Summer weather means lots of riding.  We’ve even gotten my bike running and I’ve gotten the courage to get on it.  I’ve only ridden in a parking lot down the road and around...

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Keys

Posted by on Mar 4, 2011 in Babble | 1 comment

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. A couple days later Taylor comes out of the basement with a skeleton key necklace for me.  It’s a bit fancier.  It has some bead work on the leather thong that the key hangs from....

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Time

Posted by on Nov 3, 2010 in Life | 2 comments

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 burn the chicken and get all emotional and stressed out and it’s not really the chicken burning but work that got you to that point and the chicken was just the straw.  Or the kid has been irking...

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