Sometimes I start to write something and find myself at a loss for words. Other times the words flow too freely and I wind up uncomfortable with the thought of sharing the words I've splashed across the screen. Still others I recognize my inane babble for what it is and save you all the woe … Continue reading the best and worst of drafts…
that time a guy with a red goatee broke into my home…
It started off as a fairly typical Monday morning. Typical within Monday parameters anyway. My kid wasn't home Sunday night. Rick stayed over but got up early to head into town for a standing Monday morning meeting. I snoozed. And then in typical Monday fashion I woke on my own shortly before 8:00 AM. I … Continue reading that time a guy with a red goatee broke into my home…
things not to do with an evening to myself…
As I sit here on the sofa with a kitty to each side of me the evening unfurling like a spool of shiny ribbon I'm paralyzed as I contemplate the possibilities. My mind races. I could do anything. Or nearly anything. But what? Because I've already had brunch today. And gotten a hair cut. And … Continue reading things not to do with an evening to myself…
eat an egg, take a shower…
One of the troubles that some folks have with working from home is the very same thing some folks find so amazing. Often times those are the very same folks on a different day. Or before and after noon. This morning I woke up and though the sun was shining outside, my bedroom was still … Continue reading eat an egg, take a shower…
musical chairs…
Working from home affords for a fair amount of flexibility. I don't just mean the obvious stuff like being able to take my kid to school and being around when packages are delivered or taking long lunch breaks. All of those, along with pants or no pants flexibility are great. But the thing that's really on … Continue reading musical chairs…
dear cat…
Dear Cat, I hear you. Both on an audible level meaning I hear your loud howling and meowling. The heavy clomp of the kitty-paws I know can be so delicately silent. And the out-of-character hissing at your brother-cat. And on an emotional level I hear the intensity behind those kitty cries. And the pent-up energy … Continue reading dear cat…
silence is golden – or – how we didn’t talk about age of ultron for 3 days…
First I should tell you that this post is not about Avengers: Age of Ultron. There will be no information about the movie. No spoilers. No nothing. I'm not even going to tell you what I think of the movie. Okay fine, maybe I'll tell you if I liked it. Because it's a superhero movie... … Continue reading silence is golden – or – how we didn’t talk about age of ultron for 3 days…
the making of a twitter bio…
Last night as I was walking down the street I was in the tweeting kind of mood. The sky was blue but the sun was just starting to hint at its intent to set. It was warm enough that I didn't need a jacket but cool enough that I could wear a hoodie without overheating. … Continue reading the making of a twitter bio…
pretty peas…
I don't like peas. I really don't like peas. At least that's been the story for the vast majority of my 38 years on this planet. I've been asked more times than I can count where the strange aversion comes from. And I've spun many tales. Some of those are true or at least half-true. … Continue reading pretty peas…
adding things to the wishlist…
You know that moment when you somehow find yourself online shopping for a plaster sculpture of faux taxidermy deer head with antlers? And then you're super excited when you find it. And that it comes in red! And then you realize that you have no fucking business being on the internet ever again. Yeah, I'm in it.
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