It is the winter of my… no, wait, that’s wrong. Four score and seven years ago… no, that’s not it, either. OUCH MY FREAKING TOE HURTS! Yep, that’s it. Its time for my semi-annual, autumn “you will sit and like it” foot/ankle/knee/toe injury. This year’s winner is the ingrown toenail from hell. I’m so mad that yes, I’m going to speak of my disgusting toe. I have a genetic predisposition to this plague. My mother had six of her toenails...
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...
You taste a lot like October, only not quite as much pesto. Fascinating. I am beat. Tie dye selling was a bust (more on that to come) but trick or treating was fun, so it all worked out. Enigma went as “Robot Cowboy,” but became “Robot Cowboy Burrito” when a neighbor told us that if we wore foil hats to Chipotle on Halloween, we’d get a free burrito. Tempting… very tempting. Talker was “Death by Video Games” complete with blood running from his eyes....
I’m all alone with 700 children and 835 animals. The Husband is off on a business trip this week, then he’ll be gone again next week. Muahahahahaha. I feel like rolling around on the carpet, naked, but then I realize that not a whole lot has changed, except that now I don’t have friendly reminders for all the stuff I forget. All hail sticky notes, especially those plastered all over my house. My craft fair was rained out on Saturday, so I’m contemplating ways to display a...
