httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9GNhdQRbXhc I love when songs combine people from my life together. No, wait, I just love when I can post the song and make those people wonder if its about them or not. Fear not, its not about you. Maybe.
I’m just about to take The Twitches to preschool, come home and do yoga before I clean, do school work and screw around on the computer. Why is that bloggable? Because while I just spent 10 days having a staycation with my friends, in many ways, I missed my simpler life. Not that I wouldn’t want to replay those 10 days again, and again, and again, but… well, onward and upward! My liver, in case you were wondering, has given me a second chance, and the stories I could tell…...
I’ve begun writing. Its technically for school, but its the first fiction I’ve written since my mom passed almost 14 years ago. No, wait, its the second fiction, but the other one was for a smut contest and I only got about a paragraph into it before I got bored. So, I’m writing again, and like every other writer-wanna-be on the planet, I’m proclaiming that whatever it ends up will be the greatest piece of literature to ever hit the shelves… or my advisor’s inbox,...
In case you haven’t heard, or maybe don’t care, because you’re happily existing in 60 degree weather, the DC area was just hit by about 6 million feet of snow. While most people would be glad to have an abundance of snow (skiers, dog sledders, hermits who never leave their houses anyway, cracked-out aliens who can hover above the mess, people with bongs) I am not any one of those people dammit. I love snow, don’t get me wrong. My fantasy of moving to Wisconsin, however, has...
On Saturday, I woke up very, very sore, like I had somehow done aerobics (because that happens in my world) or a couple of hours of ATS drills. My legs hurt in ways that are totally not explainable by random acts of belly dance, yoga or anything else that is usually the culprit in my world. I was sore in a way that was almost concerning, but then I fell back on the bed in a puddle of giggles because I remembered what I’d done: I danced in public. For hours. Flashback about 15 years ago, when...
