Saturday It starts with the announcement that my favorite bookstore is having it’s $2 sale. Every book, no matter how old and beautiful or how new and shiny, is on sale. Comfortable shoes. Check. My two children. Check. My life’s savings. Check. As you’d expect, we spend a good deal of time browsing the shelves
So, everyday since my post the other night, I have been bike riding around my neighborhood. In fact, that’s what I’m doing now. I just wanted to get down my impressions of the night before I forgot, so instead of passing my house I ran inside and grabbed my computer. Started typing. I’ll head back
There’s a part of me that likes to see a high number in my drafts folder. There’s something soothing about not having to start from scratch. Knowing that something is needing you in order to feel whole, quite frankly, feels good. You therapists out there can analyze me if you like.
So, I haven’t been to the gym in a long while. Almost 3 months a long while. Not too long ago- 5 months ago- that would’ve been unheard of. So. I feel for the first time, a little anxious about going back. I’ve put on about ten pounds since the time I’ve been absent. And
Part One: The door-to-door AT&T salesperson is a bona fide douche. So, the AT&T guy made himself quite comfortable in my home this evening. When I mention to him that he might be a murderer, which is perfectly normal, he laughs it off and says, “Why would I want to lie?” Ughhhh. Duhhhh. Cause you
I went to the thrift store this weekend. Oh oh. Because this place always manages to take a big slice of my paycheck, it’s a place I’ve been avoiding lately. My whole house is thrift shop modern vintage, and I don’t know if that’s an actual design style, but it’s what I’ve got. It’s what I represent. There’s a messiness
If you haven’t read my previous post on why this camping trip is going down, then check it out here. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to be honest. Last week, I was desperate for some sort of flashing beacon of hope that my son wouldn’t be swallowed up by life’s forces. Probably worse, that he
This evening. I’m home alone. The kids are with their dad. I’m totally alone. I’m dancing in front of a mirror to Devil In Me by Anderson East. This is amazing. This is something of value. This is a gift.
Why am I delving so deeply into the realm of feelings? Well, I have this roll top desk. It’s driving me nuts.
Imagine this scene. You’ve had a long day. You are late to work as usual and looking to score some coffee. You’re willing to risk the walk of shame to get it. Lauryn at the front desk will give you the eye; your supervisor will glance down at her watch, sending a surefire signal that she