Last night before I climbed into bed with my laptop and a stack of papers I needed to read and or type up I took NyQuil. I have a cold and I am trying to kick that cold before Friday night gets here so I don't sound/look/seem like I have a cold on the show. … Continue reading that’s what I get for thinking…
the smell of music
It was a perfect situation... I got Mike tickets to see Al DiMeola for his birthday. He's a hard guy to shop for but when I know one of his favorite musicians is playing just a mile or 2 from our house it's really not hard to know what to do. He'd been waiting patiently … Continue reading the smell of music
growing up
Some of my earliest memories are of my mother sewing. She seemed to be able to make anything with her old white Singer. It had a special table in every house we lived in and at it she could make a new dress, fix a pair of pants, attire my baby dolls in style or … Continue reading growing up
notes from a weekend
It's Sunday night as I write this and I am painfully aware of the fact that Monday is nipping at me. My alarm clock will go off at 6:25 in the morning and I'll have to roll on out of bed. Before that happens though, I thought I would take a peek back at my … Continue reading notes from a weekend
chi chi chia… redux
Two years ago I wrote about my experience planting and growing a chia with a then 4 year old K, since the Chia topic seems to be coming up lately I thought I would share with you my Chia posts, part 1 and 2. Here they are in one convienent location. the chia pet... - … Continue reading chi chi chia… redux
the journal of a would be madman: part 1
The election prompted Mike to take a look back at a journal he had written in school as a boy. I've seen many such journals and always reflected that I would love to share them with you, dear internets. Well today is your lucky day because I asked if I could scan a few pages … Continue reading the journal of a would be madman: part 1
sevenish
I know you won't believe this but someone *GASP* tagged me. I thought everyone on the internet knew how I felt about being tagged (I'm not fond of it). But there was someone who didn't know that camikaos... she don't do tags... But I like her, and I have nothing else to write about today … Continue reading sevenish
today
What I'd like to do today is contemplate. Hope. Dream. I'd like to watch a new era rush in with the inauguration of this President. This man that gives me some hope for our future. I'd like to believe. We got him this far... let's see what he can do.
dooooood…
I had a few posts all planned in my head... inluding a thing I was tagged for (no that does not mean you can tag me... don't you dare, I am off limits for tagging, this is a special occasion). But then the day got really short and suddenly it was night time and we … Continue reading dooooood…
can’t think… salavating
I've been wracking my brain about what to write today and everything is either very serious and involves spending time and concentration on a post... or it's about bacon. Why would I be writing about bacon? Because Saturday is Masterbacon and I'm one of the judges (squeee!) and that means that I get to taste … Continue reading can’t think… salavating
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