"C" for Crazy that is... 9:15: Post this 9:30: Lather. Rinse. Repeat. 9:45: Frantically dress hoping to make it to the computer by 10 10:00: Watch the insanity that is the scramble for Ignite Portland 5 tickets. For 20 minutes. 10:20: Go to book store... find exact book I am looking for then browse until... … Continue reading today’s schedule brought to you by the letter C
start making sense…
I seem to wander between nonsensical ramblings and topics that are really truly important to me. Actually sometimes the nonsensical ramblings are important to me and that may indeed be the case today. In November, for those of you who missed out on this little tidbit, my normal blood panel showed that my blood sugar … Continue reading start making sense…
one where I forgot what I was writing…
I had this post all written up in my head. It was something you men might not want to read about. It was about tampons. It was a tale about the type of tampons I've been using since I was a teen and about how they really creep some women out because they don't have … Continue reading one where I forgot what I was writing…
play prepend…
How do I begin this wild verbal ride, this crazy trip down vocabulary lane? Should I tell you that right now I feel like my parents failed me? I do a little. They didn't prepare me for all the words life would throw at me. Sigh... Mom, Dad... you guys let me down. What am … Continue reading play prepend…
that’s what I get for thinking…
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
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