it's a convoluted mess
When we first looked at this house, I was a little bit excited by the fact that there was already a storm door installed. Those are few and far between on townhouses and they’re typically freaking expensive to buy and install on your own. While we were looking that first day, we had an issue getting the storm door to close. It wasn’t until I noticed a label on the inside of the door, that… Keep reading…Storm…Door…
I made Bob a pumpkin cheesecake for his birthday. Two of his favorite desserts in one. I’m not entirely crazy about pumpkin myself, but I’ll spoil my husband completely. Finding a cheesecake recipe that isn’t overly complicated is damn near impossible. Put it in a water bath exactly three inches deep, bake it for six hours at 100 degrees, leave it sitting in the oven for three hours with the door open after it’s done… Keep reading…Pumpkin Cheesecake…
Yesterday while visiting my parents, my mom and I started going through some things in my closet. I have a lot of crap still in my old bedroom, just waiting to be sorted through, tossed, donated, or moved to our new house. I brought home a backseat-full of stuff with me. In that pile, are two diaries I kept from the end of elementary school to the beginning of high school. Diaries. Bob was eying… Keep reading…Dear Diary…
MS Word keeps a running word count of a given document in the bottom corner of the screen. I know it’s not entirely accurate as it seems to count every so many spaces as words, but I figure it can’t be that far off from the actual numbers. I have a story document sitting at 78 pages and roughly 32,000 words. It was created December 5, 2010. I’ve been working on it off and on… Keep reading…Counted…
Friday night I was putting away groceries in the pantry. I brought my hand back toward me and smashed my thumb against the interior edge of the cabinet frame. PAIN. Jeezy Creezy, the PAIN. Also, a thick chunk of skin hanging loose. And blood. Lots of blood. I kept it bandaged for two days until it stopped bleeding long enough to clot and scab. (Visual images, you are welcome.) Who knew smooth wood could be… Keep reading…Sliced…
I’ve been trying to write something worth reading for today, but the words just aren’t flowing. I think this quote best sums up what I’ve been trying to put down on paper. Bob and I are connected at the brain. If people witnessed a fraction of the completely shameless inanity we get up to when left to our own devices…well…they’d probably be a little concerned. But I bet they’ve never had nearly as much fun… Keep reading…Two…