Last night's dinner decision was made, essentially, because I didn't want to go to the store. Simple. Practical even. It's how a lot of food choices get made around here. It's also how some of my best meals and recipes have come into existence. But I can't make every food choice based on the contents … Continue reading I went to the store for an onion…
Category: babble
there is not a raccoon in my kitchen…
As I sit quietly in my living room working I tend to listen to the sounds of home. The slight buzz and hum of my heater, the birds chirping and chattering from my high windows, the rush of cars on the street outside, and the constant chirps, pings, and trills of various notifications on my … Continue reading there is not a raccoon in my kitchen…
because I needed one in hawaii…
I think at some point in my life I had a jean-jacket. I can't recall having one but it seems unlikely that I didn't. You know, as a kid or something. I know I had a corduroy jacket styled after a jean jacket. I had a denim jacket with a mandarin collar and 3/4 length sleeves, … Continue reading because I needed one in hawaii…
the twenty…
On Tuesday as K and I were walking to her class, as we've done hundreds of times before, we were deep in important conversation. I can't recall what the conversation was about and the topic wasn't the important part. It was that we were talking. Chatting. Laughing. Smiling. And strolling down the sidewalk. We weren't … Continue reading the twenty…
the chicken or the egg…
You know those mornings when you really need a cup of coffee but for some reason the coffee grinder isn't where you normally store it and it's not sitting on the counter plugged in. And so you think "That's okay, I just need coffee. I don't need the extra special coffee I brought back from … Continue reading the chicken or the egg…
a time to yell at those damn kids, or not to…
I find that when I'm traveling for work, no matter how amazing the destination, I get a bit grumpy in the evening. And maybe a little withdrawn. And antisocial. And homesick for my people. When that happens I tend to wander off to my room, close the door, get ready for bed no matter the time, … Continue reading a time to yell at those damn kids, or not to…
a mother’s tale…
My life for the past few years has been a tale of the carefully redacted. There are those who share all and damn anyone who doesn't want to be written about - and I get that. It's your life too, get it out there. But something I said years ago has really stuck with me. The … Continue reading a mother’s tale…
once upon a time – or – dear santa…
Once upon a time (4 years ago) while at a giant chain store looking for something super important (I have no recollection of what that item may have been) we stumbled upon the sunglass section. There were hundreds of frames. Big. Small. Medium. Dull. Bright. Blue. Black. Yellow. Silver. Gold. Red. Purple. Rainbow. I'm sure … Continue reading once upon a time – or – dear santa…
perfect pants…
I hate shopping. I hate shopping. I greatly prefer sipping coffee to shopping. I never think "this would be a great day to try on pants!" My bestie is a crazy shopoholic. Given the above facts one would think it unlikely I would spend my day off shopping, but item five sometimes outweighs items one … Continue reading perfect pants…
dyeing hurts…
Call it what you will, vanity, existential crisis, rebellion, or something else all together but I've been dyeing my hair for the past 22 years. I started life out with stick straight white blond hair but by the time I was 15 (the last time I saw my natural hair at any length greater than … Continue reading dyeing hurts…
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