Funny thing about taking a mini-vacation from your stress: It's right there, waiting for you, when you get back. Hmph. And so today I can only offer this COMPLETELY hypothetical question, inspired by someone else, someone who is NOT ME: Have you ever actually pulled a muscle in your arm while attempting to get into your "slimming" bathing suit? And if so, clearly that's an indictment of the suit, and neither your arm nor the ass the suit got momentarily snagged on, right? I'm just curious. Because I'm a seeker of knowledge. Yes.
It's supposed to be 89 degrees here today. EIGHTY. NINE. DEGREES. In April. (Nope, I don't think I will ever get used to it. That's some craziness, right there.) When we did the big closet clean-out a few weeks ago, we took a load of the kids' outgrown clothes to our local consignment shop, and picked up a few new things. Amongst them was a smocked sundress for Chickadee, suitable for Georgia summer, but completely UNsuitable for the 50- and 60-degree weather we were having at the time. She has asked to wear that damn dress every single day since we bought it. Yesterday I checked the...
I've been thinking a lot, the last couple of weeks, about histories and futures and---most of all---the gift of the present. I still struggle every day with appreciating that last one as much as I ought to, which is pretty ironic given that I'm not not one to cling to history, either, and oftentimes thinking about the future causes me to have palpitations. I don't like unknowns. I like knowing what IS and what WILL BE and learning from what WAS and then moving on. You know, to the safety of what IS. Heh. Though it can be hard to fully EXPERIENCE what is when one is busy INVENTORYING it. Not...
I've been on a bit of a tear around here, lately. It's the spring cleaning bug, dontcha know. I start out cleaning, and then I plant an entire garden, and then half of it dies in a freak frost, and then I start spending hours outside, begging tiny wilted stumps of plants to JUST GROW. When that doesn't work, I move on to other domestic chores. All of which is to say, I can't really babble for all that long, today, because I'm busy baking working like I'm supposed to. Ahem. But I'd like to conduct a little informal poll. Say you'd been living in a house for coming up on two years, and you...
Oh my goodness. You people are NUTS. I mean, I mean that in the best possible way. Like, gorgeous, generous and oh-by-the-way, INSANE. The current high bid on the Wii to benefit my kids' school is $375 as of this writing. Which is crazy. And I thank EVERYONE who has bid so far so, SO much. You still have until nearly midnight tomorrow if you've been smoking a particularly large amount of crack and want to bid even HIGHER, which gets you the Wii, a copy of Sleep Is for the Weak, and the warm fuzzy feeling that comes from knowing you've really made a difference for a school in need. And...
Hi. Yes, I'm aware that the blog is sort of broken. Thanks for noticing. Yesterday my blog was attacked because I'm a moron and hadn't updated my Wordpress install for a really long time. Once I deleted out all of the nasty spammage, the folks doing the attacking thought it would be charming to make the site disappear entirely! Which was then fixed by my good pals at Fusix (seriously, people---best. hosting. ever!), because they are rock stars. But since then we've managed to break things but good up in here. If you're some sort of Wordpress ninja, feel free to shoot me an email. You know,...
Today is International Ask The Internet Day. Didn't you know? Ask the internet, they'll tell you. Or at the very least, I say so. Largely because my folks are leaving today and I would rather go spend their last few hours here with them than tell you all about how well, I was SUPPOSED to go for an MRI this morning, but my SUPER FANTASTIC HEALTH INSURANCE decided not to pay for it. So I decided not to go! I'll show THEM! Because they'll be SORRY when I'm DEAD! Anyway. Internet, my daughter's fourth grade teacher responded to my "What can I do to help?" query by saying, "You seem like you're a...
(GOD, get your mind out of the gutter. I am just doing something really novel and designating an evening to focus on Otto rather than working all night or reading Harry Potter.) So, hi! Guess what? I would like to hang out with you. Yes, YOU. There's a, um, thing I've been asked to attend in Decatur in a few months and I thought they invited me because they just LURVE ME, but I think it may be more because they think I know other people to invite. Which, whoops! They must've missed all the posts about WAH WAH WAH I DON'T KNOW ANYONE I was writing a little while back. Anyway. No matter! If...
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care, and I am off-duty for anything even resembling home repair until next week. Can I get an AMEN? Yes. Thank you. Merry Christmas to you and yours. This is my favorite time of year... such a good reminder that all things are possible. Heck, I know if you'd told me LAST Christmas where I'd be THIS Christmas, I would've asked what you were smoking. The chocolate chip gingerbread recipe pictured here is below the fold. (Sorry for the delay; had to ask the owner if it was okay for me to post.) Enjoy! CHOCOLATE CHIP GINGERBREAD BROWNIES 2 1/3 c. flour...
