The attacks on London yesterday--combined with several days in a row of grey, rainy days--have left me melancholy. I had a post for yesterday, yes. What do you say that can matter on a day when so many people are senselessly injured or killed? The only answer I could come up with was: Nothing. I'm praying for healing, and peace. The end. Today I'm no more profound, but I'm trying to shake my inclination to be caught up in my own fears and worries. So I'll resume my "normal" routine as best I can. That includes a Friday trip in the way-back machine; but when I close my eyes today, all I can...
It's been a true holiday weekend for me; I have been busily mooching my way across various friends, and haven't fed myself since Friday. It's amazing; I mean, my kids are out of town, it's not like I lost a limb or anything. But it's really very sweet that those friends who didn't abandon me to go out of town on vacation or something (like SOME people who clearly DON'T LOVE ME AT ALL) want to love me and hug me and feed me until my pants go *POP*. Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that by the way. Did it startle you, earlier this evening? That loud noise? It was my shorts... right around the 23rd...
... we all scream for ICE CREAM! What can I say? Summer's here. Tis the season. Tonight I found myself eating ice cream with friends, and reflecting on the stages of my life as displayed in my choice of frozen dairy confection. I'm deep that way, you know. Tonight's flavor was Sandwich Cookie Snowstorm, I believe, which was not bad. It wasn't quite as good as the flavor I REALLY wanted, which was Ice Cream Sandwich (someone used to make that as a flavor in a half-gallon, but I haven't been able to find it in ages; I think it was Edy's), but it did the job. As always, join in and share your...
Sometimes I'm so brilliant, I just want to pat myself on the back. Heartily. With a stun gun. The thermometer hit 90 today, and tomorrow it's only gonna get worse. Knowing full well that I would not want to venture out tomorrow, I picked the kids up from school and took them SHOE SHOPPING, because everyone knows that a hot, sticky Friday afternoon at the end of a long week is a great time to take small children to multiple stores to try on sandals. But--the small voice at the rear of my brain whines--they NEEDED sandals. It was FOR THEM. And they should appreciate it, becau-- That's pretty...
I had to go have blood taken this morning. You and I and half the internet all know that the only thing wrong with me is that I'm touched in the head, but my doctors thought they'd check a few other things, anyway. And really, who doesn't enjoy a quick trip from work to have a needle jabbed in their arm? The nurse called me from the waiting room and we walked back as she looked at my file. "How ya doing?" she asked. "Any better?" I guess she was the nurse who saw me the last time I was sick. "I'm okay," I answered. We arrived in the lab room, and she turned around to peer at me. "You sure?"...
Know what sucks? Decaffeinated coffee. Bleah. But caffeine on top of anxiety is sort of like, um, I dunno, being electrocuted and then while you're still laying there twitching, having someone come up and prod you with a taser. Actually, it's probably nothing at all like that, but without caffeine I lack the neural connections necessary for a lucid metaphor. Anyway, although I weep for my coffee, and my tea, and my beloved Diet Coke with Lime, my skin is beautiful. Pasty white, of course, but zit-free! Beautiful! Apparently caffeine clogs the pores. Or maybe it's completely unrelated and...
Enough with the ponderous. Blah blah blah, losing my mind, blah blah blah blah. Boooooooring. Let's take a vacation, shall we? I skipped the Friday Flashbacks last week. Time to return, and time to inject a little levity into things, I think. So! Today! Memorable occasions of sucking face (for better or for worse). Play along, won't you? Everyone's got some good kissing stories. Or should. I don't know that mine are really any different than anyone else's, but it does give me a giggle or two to recall some of the men I've licked. (Sorry, Dad.) * Everyone has the same "first french kiss"...
Actually, I am just a little tired, and a little sick of being sick or whatever it is that I am, but any time I start a sentence with "I'm a little..." I have the overwhelming urge to finish it off with "TEAPOT!" So you're all so, so pretty, and kind, and I, I am a little teapot. I hope to someday grow big and strong and maybe be a coffee urn once I'm back on my feet. I'm told it's important to have goals, so there you have it. Until then, thanks for having my back. Shiny new pennies and Ativan for each and every one of you.
The weather is mimicking my moods, or else perhaps my mood is being influenced by the barometer. The temperature soars to a stifling 95 or so, and just when the air is so sodden it seems it must crash down around our ears, it does. Thunderstorms; brief but intense. One minute, all is calm... the next, the thunder and driving rain are deafening. The storm passes. The sun comes out again, and the earth dries out. And the temperature begins its slow creep towards the breaking point, again. Mother Nature has an odd sense of humor. Saturday was hot and sunny and soothing. A day's worth of chores...
