Once upon a time, I wrote a blog post that had a warning label on it. Male readers were advised to move along and read something else. I’m slapping up that same disclaimer today. Seriously, boys, go find something else to read. You’ll thank me. The blog post was about birth control, specifically mine, and how I had once again, fallen prey to my particular brand of math-impairedness. Refresher. Go on, I’ll wait. One would think it couldn’t get worse. But one would be wrong.
Doubtful. Judging by the way real life keeps grabbing my arm and dragging me down the street, chances are slim that I’ll actually be able to REMEMBER to write every day much less actually do it. But you never know. I’ve always considered myself a bit of an outsider, in many ways, despite belonging to this group or that group or this organization or what not. The reason why wasn’t because I wasn’t one of the cool kids, though I wasn’t…but more has to do with the fact that I had friends in ALL the groups. In junior high maybe...
A whole day to myself and I didn’t do anything special…unless you count being completely selfish and not doing anything special. The clocks went back last night, but my brain’s influence over my body was negligent…I still woke up early and then couldn’t get back to sleep. It’s disconcerting for someone who defines the essence of weekend as the chance to sleep in. And here it is a quarter to nine and my eyelids are trying to clang closed: end of the day! Go to bed! SLEEP. Stupid eyelids. Stupid brain. It’s Daylight Savings Lag. One hour turns you into...
Usually when I write a journal post, I write it first and THEN title it, but tonight, because I have nothing to say, I started with that. Things Martin and I have looked up as direct result of watching The West Wing, usually WHILE watching The West Wing: 1. When Israel was created 2. What boondoggle means 3. Who was the first and who was the last President to have facial hair (Lincoln/Taft) 4. Whether Hans is really a Swedish last name 5. Where, exactly, the White House is, in Washington D.C. 6. What’s across the street from the White...
I just looked out the window as I saw movement from the corner of my eye and the little black and white cat next door was doing that just-before-pouncing butt-wiggle thing at the little grey cat from next door. Cute! It’s the first day of vacation again (3rd time round) and my brain woke me up at 6:30 a.m. for what I thought was a quick trip to the bathroom and then gave me a panic attack of thinking I might have to be at the airport in two hours which sent me scrambling to check my flight info and...
I cannot WAIT until the kids go back to school. Back to regular routine. Back to real life. We have had a super summer and I am kind of sad, despite that first sentence, that it is drawing to a close. The fields are bare, or full of hay bales and the clouds have started rolling in. The temperature dropped drastically recently (coooool) and we’ve had thunderstorms and sudden downpours. After this summer of nearly perfect weather, it’s quite the dramatic change. It’s been on my mind to sit down and write a post for…um. WEEKS. Eeek. It wasn’t intentional,...
First day of a 3-week vacation and my brain wakes me up before 7 am. WTF brain? Couldn’t get back to sleep no matter what I tried so here I am to talk at you. Just realized that I haven’t posted for ages. I’m a little tired of how time flies, wish it would slow down just a bit. I worked until nearly 9 pm last night, long after the last warriors had fallen, the day before the midsummer holiday. Because I was on a training trip to Germany on Wednesday, I lost a day of getting things done that...
OMG two posts in a row! Apocalypse! I figure I can’t get bummed out and upset about the fact that no one blogs much anymore if I am just as guilty. Plus, I feel like writing, and whether or not I have anything to write about: here I am. I have to tell you a story and you have to promise not to laugh. Because I am really, really embarrassed about it. In fact, I think it’s good enough to possibly bump one of my top three most embarrassing moments off the list. Go ahead, go click that link and...
There’s a dove perched on the ridge of the neighbor’s garage. He looks cold. It’s windy and grey, a high white cloud cover, and the air coming in through the window I opened earlier is chilly. Yesterday was humid, so despite the bleakness, the temperature drop is actually a welcome one for me. Not that I want to wish away summer, but if I could have my sunshine and cool breezes year-round I’d be a happy camper. It’s a quiet, uneventful weekend. Karin was sick last week again so she’s not playing in the soccer matches going on. Martin is...
I don’t have to be anything here. I don’t have to be myself, behave, be all that I can be. I can just write and then decide whether or not I care whether anyone reads my words or cares. If no one reads a word in a book, does that fallen tree in the forest that was cut and planed and milled into paper still make a sound? Some days the effort of writing is beyond me. In the grand scheme of my writing life, it’s more like most days. So, those days when I actually DO write, I feel...