Heh, I lied. Its not an ode, its just me rambling. Surprise! In a sense, its pretty interesting that the Mayan calendar may or may not choose this particular year to end, especially since I may have a personal sense of getting my own shit together. I’m relaunching a website in, oh, less than a month. Despite the hurdles I’ve been flinging myself into over this six year old albatross around my neck, I am pushing forward, relaunching a website/obsession that has pretty much detailed my...
I had a weekend of pure work and vegging. Absolutely needed vegging, work to finish, but that’s cool. This week is totally devoted to the HM Online Harvest Fair (see me kick it off here!), my next paper on postpartum depression and my Reiki II attunement on Tuesday and Saturday. There is a very special friend flying in for the occasion, too, which makes the Reiki stuff even more amazing. NaBloPoMo is going well, so far. Although, I’m afraid that there is really not a whole lot of bloggable...
Honey, youuuuu and I! I just want you all to know that I wrote out a ton of words that made no sense, all based around the fact that I’ve survived two weeks with four children, mostly on my own, and I have lived to tell about it. But, those words made no sense, except for the part where I called myself “wicked cool,” because, let’s face it, I am wicked cool with a side of hummus. “So, Melia, what’s next?” you may be asking… Well, there’s the...
As I may or may not have mentioned, I tried to sell a bunch of tie dye on Halloween at a local “Fall Festival” here in NoVa. My HOA (uh, that should have really told me to stay away, since I am ethically against HOAs, but whatever) sponsored the festival that should have happened on the 24th. Well, it got rained out, so it was rescheduled for the 31st (just writing this small paragraph, I see now that I was doomed). I spent about 450 hours getting ready for this. I dyed, tagged, staged...
