it's a convoluted mess
Three weeks in a nutshell: … Joel got a new alternator and a new battery. … Bob’s car got two new tires to replace two bald tires. … The washing machine tried to escape the fucking laundry room. I’d thrown a blanket in to wash and went back upstairs to sort the rest of the laundry. Sometime during the cycle, something downstairs sounded like the whole fucking world was caving in. I went down to… Keep reading…How it used to be…
Wherein Sara babbles, at great length, about the writing projects currently burning holes in her brain. In other words, none of it will make any sense to anyone but me, and even I probably won’t understand any of it either. … … … There are times I sit and stare at the projects sitting in my writing folder and find myself wondering what the hell all these code names mean. So many of them have… Keep reading…One by one they drive me crazy…
Bob and I don’t have many pictures of the two of us together (aside from our wedding pictures). As often as I dink around with my camera, I just don’t think to take any of us. Six years ago was our first date. It feels like a lifetime ago, but at the same time, it’s gone by in a flash. Six years ago our primary concern was when we could see each other again. (EVERY… Keep reading…Six…
I’ve never had real Pad Thai. We ate at a Thai place on our trip to Denver, but I had something called drunken garlic noodles (and it was awesome). Bob had “traditional” Pad Thai and I guess I did taste it (and liked it), but I have no memory of what it actually tasted like at this point. I’ve never gone seeking for a Pad Thai recipe, but I’ve perused quite a few in all… Keep reading…Crockpot Pad Thai…
I found the theme song for Matt and Alison. I’m not entirely sure why this song struck me as their song, but I was listening to Matchbox Twenty’s North album yesterday whilst writing and when Our Song came on it caught my attention. So I backed it up and actually paid attention to the lyrics. They are rather fitting to the situation. And then I proceeded to listen to it about twenty times in a… Keep reading…Chasing fault lines…
1.) It’s November. What. The hell. 2.) The first Winter! Storm! Watch! of the season has been issued. Joy. (And by “joy” I mean “EFFFF UUUUUUUUUUU”) 3.) Took Joel in for an oil change. He needs a new battery and a new alternator. ZOMG!YAY! (And by “ZOMG!YAY!” I mean “Goddammit, Joel.”) 4.) There was some other bullet point I was going to write here, but my mind went completely blank on what it was by… Keep reading…Waiting on a cue…