Each day that I work, which seems to be at least every day, not counting mom and chore duties, I am faced with this hour-long period of complete and utter exhaustion. This is when I ask, “do I push through, take a B-12 or grab coffee, or do I hit a 30-minute power nap?” If only all of life’s decisions were this messy, I know, and there are a million other issues that I could lend my voice to… but, today, it really is the issue of the midday nap. I’m lucky, I work from...
Ever had one of those moments where you look at yourself in the mirror (or blog) and realize just how completely dorktastic you are? My friend, and author, Beth Sorensen, sent me a link about the possibility of a novel being hidden in one’s blog. Perhaps I whine too much about my lack of, well, success as I try to write my way to sanity. But, I figure, in the past 2.5 years, I’m sure there have been several novels up in this joint. So, I spent about 10 minutes today going over my greatest...
First, I must tell everyone that I appreciate their kind words about my recent loss. It was oddly comforting to come back from that really weird trip and have so many virtual hugs. Thanks, y’all. The trip was a success. 48 hours, half of it in a car with 4 kids and a baby and my insane sister and we all made it there, turbo-napped, funeraled, hung with my kinda-cousin, slept again and came home. The next day, I was a mess… from being tired, from the whole experience. I’ve been to...
I resolve to take naps more often. I have a crush on someone. I am not a patient person, and waiting for answers makes me grumpy. I now understand the difference between contemporary and modern design styles. Until tomorrow, when I forget again. I’m think I may hit up some belly dance classes again in March. I need something to get me out of this house.
I really don’t blog about my pants enough. In fact, the last time I blogged about my pants, I was at MJ’s house and received a call from Freedom at like 6 in the morning and, well, now he inhabits the basement. Where will this pantastic blog lead? I have spent the past few weeks freezing and running around trying to keep my pants up. While that’s normally an issue for other (awesomely pro-sex) reasons, lately, my pants are falling down NOT because of a guitar in my presence, but...
