A meal I never liked: Thanksgiving. In my life I can categorize the things that I do into two groups: 1. Things I have to do. 2. Things I like to do. Oversimplifying, maybe but it works for this blog post. Thanksgiving is in the bucket of things I have to do. I don’t like
A meal I never liked: Thanksgiving. In my life I can categorize the things that I do into two groups: 1. Things I have to do. 2. Things I like to do. Oversimplifying, maybe but it works for this blog post. Thanksgiving is in the bucket of things I have to do. I don’t like
The better part of my evening was spent window shopping online. I was too lazy to get up and get my credit card to part with my money. So the outcome was hours of thinking through my list of I wants (which is a little bit longer than it was before 5pm yesterday). I know
The better part of my evening was spent window shopping online. I was too lazy to get up and get my credit card to part with my money. So the outcome was hours of thinking through my list of I wants (which is a little bit longer than it was before 5pm yesterday). I know
Saturday (November 20) at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
Saturday (November 20) at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I’m making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can’t remember your name. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I’m a little happier
My English teacher in high school never let us use cliché writing. But today I’m making an exception. Sorry Mrs. I can’t remember your name. There is a light at the end of the tunnel. For the first time in months I feel like some of my difficult days are over. I’m a little happier
On Saturday I went to bed at 8:30. I lied. It was 7:30. I’m turning into my parents. I had my elastic-stretch-to-infinity-and-beyond pants on (the ones that I wear only when I go to Dairy Queen) and I was reading in bed- and that was my recipe to fall asleep. More than anything I love
On Saturday I went to bed at 8:30. I lied. It was 7:30. I’m turning into my parents. I had my elastic-stretch-to-infinity-and-beyond pants on (the ones that I wear only when I go to Dairy Queen) and I was reading in bed- and that was my recipe to fall asleep. More than anything I love