How do you always seem to know just when to call?

Sara

I had something planned to write about. And then I lost it. This is nothing new. It’s just obnoxious. I’ve been spending some quality time getting to know my new(ish) Home Design program. This is my 3D Home Architect replacement, since that one is not compatible with Windows 7. I actually got this program shortly after I got my new computer, I just haven’t really used it since then. But with a new story in… Keep reading…How do you always seem to know just when to call?

Dreamweaver…

Sara

Several weeks ago I had this convoluted dream. I was yanked from sleep by Bob’s alarm so I don’t know where it ended and when I gained some semblance of coherence I thought to myself, “I seriously need to quit smoking crack before bed.” As I drifted in and out of sleep as Bob got ready for work that day, I mulled over the details of that dream, most of which escape me now, and… Keep reading…Dreamweaver…

Pictures of you…

Sara

I want a new camera. I REALLY want a new camera. I just don’t NEED a new camera. And thus, I cannot justify or reason my way into buying one. I have always loved taking pictures. Even as a kid, I loved taking pictures. It was always of stuffed animals and other inanimate objects, but had I had actual interesting subject matter to take pictures of, I would have been all over that. I look… Keep reading…Pictures of you…

Why the wait?

Sara
Golden Gift

It’s a little over a month now until our first wedding anniversary. Bob and I have been talking about how we plan to celebrate this landmark occasion. We haven’t really come up with anything concrete as of yet, but it will be “us” whatever we do. Dinner and geekery are the most likely of suspects. Bob has been wanting to upgrade the power supply in his computer since he got it. It came with a… Keep reading…Why the wait?

Broke into the old apartment…

Sara

I have this…cache…of story projects deemed “Never See the Light of Day.” It’s named as such because they are all completely inane plans that tend to border on a touch weird. At least in my mind. I don’t quite know how to explain them. And I have no intention of ever actually sharing them with anyone else because they’re just…no. It’s mostly random conversation snippets that crop up in my head between given characters, but… Keep reading…Broke into the old apartment…