Monthly Archive: February 2005

The feeling of complete helplessness as I sat in the passenger seat and the car slid faster than I thought was fair, considering how slow we had been going, toward the extremely steep drop-off at the edge of the traffic circle was more than overwhelming. My life didn’t exactly flash before my eyes, but I did see the overturned car lying at the bottom of the hill with my children screaming in the backseat, while my hands clenched in my lap and Anders struggled to turn us out of the slide. We ended up swinging around in a circle and...

Why is that when you grow up you tend to lose your sense of spontaneity? Does it wither? Or does it curl up and die because it’s neglected? Maybe it pines away. I think you have to stroke it, feed it, take it out on the town and surprise it. You have to let it fly and be free. Sometimes you just have to say the hell with it and go a little crazy. Even when you’re tired. Even when you had a tough week. Even when you couldn’t get a babysitter or you aren’t in the mood or you...

I’ve managed to resist the temptation that is eBay for a very, very long time. Tonight, after bidding on 2 Coach bags and a pair of pants (don’t ask, I have no answer) and taking a gander at the many, many pages full of Moorcroft ceramics, DVD box sets, and BOOKS, MY GOD THE BOOKS, and various and sundry other things just calling my name, I managed to use my left hand to forcibly PUSH my mouse hand over to the signout button and press it…like that guy in The Evil Dead whose hand gets possessed and fights him. That...

It’s past my bedtime, but I’m determined to at least put a little post in my journal, because I’m anal-retentive that way. Long BUSY day at work, in which much revising was needed and many instances of people saying, “Wait! Did that go to print yet? Can you stop it?!” and then coming back 15 minutes later, after I’d called the printer in a panic, saying, “okay never mind, it’s okay to go.” My little lovefest about work is somewhat tempered by the fact that Anders is so unhappy at his right now. I wish there was more I could...

My children were decidedly less adorable this morning. Karin came in crying from the aftereffects of a nightmare at 4:30 a.m. and crawled into bed with us. Which was fine, but an hour later, still in the pre-dawn darkness, we were rudely re-awakened by the swelling strains of a Disney feature presentation at jet-engine volume from the living room where Martin and Karin (who obviously decided that hey! why give the boogeyman a second chance by falling asleep again?!) had decided to camp out to start their day. argh Work is crazily wonderfully busy. I love it. I love it...

How the heck did it get to be Sunday evening already?! Weekends go way too fast. Even when we don’t have a lot of plans, they go way too fast, but when we do have things going on, they go even faster and MAN, I wish someone would put the 4-day work week into effect already or at least give me back my free Fridays. sigh Time flows like a river. Who said that first? It moves around and past us, but it doesn’t leave us in its wake, it carries us along with it, and like water, the damage...

Thanks to the wonders of the support circle that is LJ, and the generosity of travelertrish I was able to add nearly ALL of my favorite blogs to my LJ friends list, so I can read everyone in one place and not have to click on a dozen lot of gazillion websites to see if people have updated their journals and blogs. There were only a handful that didn’t have their sites XML formatted, but that’s okay and maybe I can talk them into doing so sometime in the near future. Because it’s all about my personal convenience! 😛 I...

Fog is so wet. It’s white and woolly water, floating around, out of its element. Filtered translucency envelopes everything. There is only white coming down from above, a smothered angel. Glaucoma of the skies. I am out of practice. While sick, I had no desire to write, and now that I do, there doesn’t seem to be any easy flow from my mind to the screen. One thing I’m always telling myself, my children, my friends is to just do it. Waiting for the time to be right for something will leave you waiting forever. When one of my kids...