I really need to update my WordPress theme. I also need to weed through my entry tags and consolidate and pare-down the excess. Not to mention so many other formatting issues with this thing. So much to do. So little brain capacity to do it. We’re on week two of Christmas vacation. I have no idea what day it is, what time it is, or how much weight I’ve gained from the pile of junk…
Actually sometimes I WISH I drank. Like right now. So I could dull the pain of a uterus who is a demonic sonofabitch trying to kill me. 1.) Next week is Christmas and we haven’t even put the tree up. 2.) Last weekend (a four-day weekend no less) we both had a mystery plague that tried to be a chest cold, but couldn’t quite get over the hump. So that was fun. 3.) I spent…
I make an effort to try to write every day. Even if it only results in editing a few typos and deleting a metric fuckton of superfluous commas. Sometimes I only read through things I’ve written. But the point is dedicating time out of every day to focus on writing. That’s writing, which is different from blogging. For me at least. It probably shouldn’t be, but my screwball brain has always seen them as two…
Bob’s been on vacation all week and tomorrow is our last day to enjoy it. I get so spoiled at the end of the year. Bob doesn’t take much time off throughout the year so he ends up taking a lot of time off in November and December. I love having him home. We don’t really do anything. Nothing that we don’t do every weekend at least. It’s just more of it. And it’s awesome….
Sometimes when I’m listening to a song for the first time, I’m not paying close enough attention to the lyrics, and I mis-hear what’s actually being said. Common occurrence. I know I’m not the only one. Sometimes what I hear (as opposed to what’s being said) makes me stop and say, “Wait—WHAT?” And then I have to back up and listen to it again to figure it out. Sometimes actually paying attention is all it…
I haven’t actually seen my family since Ellie’s birthday party in July. It always feels weird getting together with my siblings because I am so much not like them. I never really realized how much until I didn’t see them constantly. Hunter has a mustache and is taller than Mike. He’ll be seventeen in two months. Noah is finally taller than me, his voice is changing, and he tries to speak in a higher register…
