friends
I know this is going to be hard for some of you to believe, but I have a friend. A good one. We do friend things like not seeing or speaking to one another for months and then hanging out briefly while I'm in my pajamas working. She
babble
There are things you know to be true about yourself once you reach a certain age. One of those things that I've learned about myself over the last 33 years is that I don't like musicals. Yeah. You heard me. I don't like them.
bloggers
In July of last year a dear friend of mine decided to follow her bliss. Her vision. Her desire in life. She decided to set aside so many other parts of her life and focus on a task that she found important to her soul, and also, to the future
babble
Yes it's been over a week since I last posted... though I'm sure you're not counting, right? Right? Very good. Ordinary I make regular posting a huge priority but last week I was just a little too busy. I was working, talking, thinking and
babble
And when I say ugly... I really do mean ugly. Like, OMG, so ugly. Mother's day (for me) started Saturday... from here it's all bullet points... but really dashes because I like them better: A friend, not wanting to spew Start Trek spoilers at me but
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In just over an hour the lovely man and I will be heading down the street to our local theater. It's our favorite place for movie viewing (not counting out basement). There we will go where no man has gone before... except all those guys that got to
babble
Monday in the wee hours of the morning when the sun had not yet risen my friend did something magical. Amazing. Incredible. She gave birth to a baby girl. While I curled up in blissful slumber with my beautiful (feverish) child and darling husband she was just a couple of
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I've been running around like crazy lately trying to get stuff done. Stuff for her, for him, for them, for it... very little for me. All sorts of stuff really. Errands, tasks, printing, thinking, singing, dancing, losing my voice. Well that last one wasn't on the
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I realize that Thanksgiving is the time I'm supposed to be thankful for stuff and things and what not, but I can't help it that it's now during the winter holiday that I'm feeling thankful. Never mind the more than 2 feet
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I'm going to be too busy tonight playing wii, drinking rum and serving roast beast to my rum toting friends to write an honest to goodness blog post, so instead I'll give you the highlights of my day thus far: * I woke up to discover that
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I have a lovely crazy wacky friend who's life is every bit as busy as mine. Only different. In the last week, as though she didn't have enough on her very full plate, she had a broken cell phone to deal with. Wait, not A broken
childhood
Friday night as we were just wrapping up the recording of Strange Love my phone rang. It was upstairs and on silent but I could hear it vibrating on the side board in the dining room. Since we stop recording around midnight I thought it was a little odd that