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3.) Do you have any idea how difficult it is to find tennis shoes that aren’t freaking DAY-GLO<\/i> colors? I just want some decent shoes. I don’t want people to see me from twelve miles off. I needed a new pair of tennis shoes because the ones I have pre-date Bob, and they don’t have a whole lot of cushion left in them. Cold weather is here and I’m gonna have to retire my Chucks for the season. I managed to find a pair that are navy blue and white and have not a single spot of neon anything. Yes, I realize the 80’s were thirty years ago<\/i> and everything horrible eventually comes back in style, but seriously. Neon? Stop it.<\/p>\n
4.) Bob is currently in a FFXIV<\/i> dungeon with music that reminds me so much of Farscape<\/a><\/b><\/i> and now I want to rewatch Farscape<\/i> again, even though we just rewatched the entire series last year.<\/p>\n 5.) Wednesday was November 18th. That marks eight years since my first date with Bob. One year for every hour we spent together sitting in that Caribou<\/i> on a cold and snow-rainy Sunday afternoon. He is the absolute best.<\/p>\n 6.) I made myself a yellow cake with chocolate fudge frosting for my birthday. It came out a little dry. Despite following the recipe, I think it baked too long. But it’s covered in enough frosting to make up for it. Someday I will find a good white\/vanilla\/yellow cake recipe that turns out right for me. (That doesn’t call for a whole dozen egg whites FFS.)<\/p>\n 7.) I am thirty-six years old. What. The hell. (Hunter is going to be 18 in January and he’ll be exactly half my age. Auntie Sara is old.)<\/p>\n 8.) Sometimes I find myself sitting on writing ideas for a long time before they really manifest into something worth putting down on a page. Then I spend even longer poking and prodding them, trying to spread them out into a full-fledged story. More often than not, they end up in the scenes without stories<\/i> pile because that singular idea doesn’t really fill out an entire plotline. If I’m lucky, I find other ideas to combine them with to make something worth while. The gears have been turning on some ideas that have been in the arsenal for quite awhile and I finally started putting words down on the page. I’m not entirely sure where it’s going to take me, but it almost forced me out of bed at some ungodly hour to work on it. I was unbelievably tired, so I did manage to get back to sleep instead, but sometimes giving in to the gremlin poking me in the brain pays off<\/a><\/b>.<\/p>\n 9.) It’s taken me about a year and a half to reach this milestone number, but progress is progress is progress. (See: Giving in to the gremlin<\/i>.)<\/p>\n Also, this song is still like a punch in the gut.<\/p>\n Every.<\/p>\n Damn.<\/p>\n Time.<\/p>\n![](\"https:\/\/www.getalifebooks.com\/media\/blog\/2015pics\/fostered70k.png\" "\\"Seventy")
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