I'm making potato salad. I am. I'm doing it and none of you can stop me. Mostly because I've already made the potato salad. Yeah. Stressful. Don't you get it? That it's stressful? Because it is. Because I don't make potato salad. I make a lot of things. I make a fucking lot of things … Continue reading now that’s pressure…
the snow that was not, again…
I love snow. I love snow in a way that only a girl raised in various parts of California and Texas far away from snowy places can. Let's add to that. I reside in Portland. People who don't live here might think we get snow. We don't. Every year or two we get a little … Continue reading the snow that was not, again…
dear carrots…
Dear Carrots, It has come to my attention that I don't eat enough of you. Unless you're smothered in butter. Or blue cheese dressing. That's how you taste best after all. However, enough is enough. I'm nearing my mid 30's and the less I eat of you the more I seem to eat of other … Continue reading dear carrots…
birds do it, bees do it, but mermaids apparently don’t…
Mermaids are sirens of the sea. Beautiful creatures that some want to posses and others want to be. 40 years ago when Starbucks became a company they had a logo oh so very different than the one they have today. It was a mermaid with tits, midriff and tail. You know. The mermaid trinity. Over … Continue reading birds do it, bees do it, but mermaids apparently don’t…
poetry time again…
words softly spoken but audible for no one to hear whispered as they appear on screen with more feeling than the clack of keys can muster beneath shaking fingers a shaking head and stillborn breaths.
examining the cheese ball…
This post was going to be called "may the cheese ball be with you..." because as I type this up I'm in bed with a bad cold snuggling with my kiddo and watching Star Wars Episode V. But Cheese Ball and Star Wars in a blog post title, frankly seems like overkill. How much goodness … Continue reading examining the cheese ball…
44 emails later…
Okay facebook. I get that you want to keep me informed. I get that you want me to know what's going on and that when my likeness is tagged, like in a photo of me, you think I should know about it. And thank you. That's considerate of you and I do love me some … Continue reading 44 emails later…
10 ways to tell the nyquil kicked in…
1. When filling the water bottle you forget to remove the lid. 2. Your iPhone, which never leaves your side, is left unceremoniously by the kitchen sink. 3. You're pretty certain the cats just want to snuggle you because you don't feel well. 4. Milk? It goes in the cabinet. 5. Getting undressed for bed, … Continue reading 10 ways to tell the nyquil kicked in…
silenced…
There are times that I’m surrounded by so many goings on. People here and there. Talking. Watching. Thinking out loud and rather than make small talk and join in conversations that are outside my interest I tend to find a way to make quiet. To muffle the sounds or buffer the interaction that, at the … Continue reading silenced…
the art of the sugar cookie…
I remember sugar cookies with great fondness. Whenever we made them as a kid, which I don't recall doing often, I took great joy in the cutting and decorating of them. Frosting, sprinkles, candies. Fun. But the eating of the sugar cookies I never reveled in. I never enjoyed. I never even liked a little. … Continue reading the art of the sugar cookie…