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
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
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
We got the call on Saturday while we were at the wedding. It’s a weird thing emotionally to leave a friend’s wedding to go to Brandon’s grandfather’s house and wait for the funeral home to arrive and pick up the body. October 30, 2010 marks the day that Brandon’s grandfather, Jack, died. He left a
This weekend, my perspective smiled. While exploring Chicago with one of my optimistic friends, Julie, I realized that I’ve been mopey (or is it moppy?- no that’s not right). I’ve been a person who mopes (not mops). I’ve only mopped like 3 times in my entire life (because Brandon takes complete ownership over the hygiene
Inspiration can come from different sources. Tonight- my inspiration is strictly mindless. (Click photo to enlarge) Row 1: Portrait of Hubble, Pulled a king size duvet comforter into her cageRow 2: Fastest-Eater-Ever, Afraid of everythingRow 3: Learns how to escape cage, Ate 3 mice (3! in a row!)Row 4: Shredded 2 pairs of my leather
Inspiration can come from different sources. Tonight- my inspiration is strictly mindless. (Click photo to enlarge) Row 1: Portrait of Hubble, Pulled a king size duvet comforter into her cage Row 2: Fastest-Eater-Ever, Afraid of everything Row 3: Learns how to escape cage, Ate 3 mice (3! in a row!) Row 4: Shredded 2 pairs
Although this blog doesn’t prove it (based on this and previous posts) I am not a crier. I do not cry. But today, and the day before, and the day before I cried. It turns out that running on empty for too long is not good for holding back ‘what’s-wrong-with-me-mini-breakdowns’ in the ladies restroom (or