Dear loyal readers (all 2 of you):
Fear not. I have not lost my love of the ole' blog. In fact, I have a grandiose idea brewing that is taking me some time to initiate. Please check back soon for an increased blogging delight ;)
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
On the Brink of Greatness
Do you ever feel like you are on the verge of a great idea, but your mind simply won't cooperate? I'm so close I can almost touch this stupendous idea. Reach...stretch...pull muscle...
My Pics Are Being Held Hostage
I have a lot of fun things to talk about, but they all require super cute accompanying pics...which are all trapped on my memory card. IF I would get my home computer fully functional I wouldn't have to depend on the work laptop which is not available. I am so lame.
Friday, June 12, 2009
I Need To Have a Seatbelt Installed In My Wagon
- I get in a good habit of making weekly menus and grocery shopping accordingly, ....
- I follow my budget, writing out my bills the day I get paid, ....
- I bring my lunch, ....
- I workout, ....
- I stop drinking Dr. Pepper, ....
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Lost at Sea
I am in the middle of an ocean. All around, I can see land, but I don't have the means to get there. It's close enough to affect my life, but unattainable. I have a boat, but my compass is broken and many of the gauges. I know not which way to sail, and even when I do, it won't be in the direction of the land I can see.
Wow, it's amazing how philosophical I can get when procrastinating writing a paper. If only I could funnel this mental imagery into cheating research. Hmm...
Wow, it's amazing how philosophical I can get when procrastinating writing a paper. If only I could funnel this mental imagery into cheating research. Hmm...
Monday, June 8, 2009
Amazons vs. Midgets: 1-Love
On 6-6-09, Sara became a wife. Ahhh. The glow was priceless. And the calm? The calm was better than Prozac. I have NEVER seen Sara that calm. Ever. So the under 5' darling stood in her beautiful dress in her tall baby blue shoes and grinned like a maniac as she married her 6' 3" man. Who thank goodness remembered he was marrying her and not the tree he had so passionately stared at the night before while professing his love for eternity. JK, Yok. ;) Violens played, a white tent stood stoically, filet was devoured. Pictures were snapped, memories were captured. And an amazon, who was sided with the midgets, fell down a 2-inch step and later went to the emergency room. For a foot that was not broken, simply her pride in having to be wheeled around the hospital like a moron. But it was worth it to see my tiny love so happy.
Jumpin' Jack Splash
Summertime in Palo Alto is a beautiful thing. During the summer, you can almost forget just how dysfunctional it is out there. Almost. Swimming, drinking beer at the pool, fishing...it's like something out of the "how to have a perfect summer" guidebook.
After enjoying several hours at the pool yesterday, it was off to the catfish pond. Penny and I were not feeling the fishing yesterday, so we were propped up on the toolbox of the truck like queens presiding over our kingdom. And looking good doing it too. The kiddos were dispersed among the remaining adults with varied success in the fishing. As the evening wore on and some parties were letting their competitiveness and the fact that they had not caught a fish get to them (MOM AND AUGUSTINE), Daddy decided to help them out by feeding the fish -- aka cheating. So Jero took off with the net to try and catch fish that way. "We" (Jack, Doug, Penny and I) were supposedly watching the two poles he had in the water. Watching them from 10 feet away. Sure enough, as luck would have it, a fish bit one of those poles, and off it went. Jack, looking like the hero of Bayou Baywatch, took off running and made a flying leap into the pond. It was a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, the pole was already out of reach. So while Jack is trying to dig his $40 Croc flip-flops out of the mud, the cork resurfaces and begins gliding across the water Jaws style. After flinging his flops ashore, Jack triumphantly recaptures the pole...Corgan's Spiderman fishing pole. He was the hero, and a very dashing one. I think his future in movies is a must.
After enjoying several hours at the pool yesterday, it was off to the catfish pond. Penny and I were not feeling the fishing yesterday, so we were propped up on the toolbox of the truck like queens presiding over our kingdom. And looking good doing it too. The kiddos were dispersed among the remaining adults with varied success in the fishing. As the evening wore on and some parties were letting their competitiveness and the fact that they had not caught a fish get to them (MOM AND AUGUSTINE), Daddy decided to help them out by feeding the fish -- aka cheating. So Jero took off with the net to try and catch fish that way. "We" (Jack, Doug, Penny and I) were supposedly watching the two poles he had in the water. Watching them from 10 feet away. Sure enough, as luck would have it, a fish bit one of those poles, and off it went. Jack, looking like the hero of Bayou Baywatch, took off running and made a flying leap into the pond. It was a thing of beauty. Unfortunately, the pole was already out of reach. So while Jack is trying to dig his $40 Croc flip-flops out of the mud, the cork resurfaces and begins gliding across the water Jaws style. After flinging his flops ashore, Jack triumphantly recaptures the pole...Corgan's Spiderman fishing pole. He was the hero, and a very dashing one. I think his future in movies is a must.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
There is a Fly in the Room
My thoughts will not settle long enough on just one topic to expand on it. I do recall this feeling quite a bit the last time I was in school. Though I am so very glad to report that I am totally digging American Government, even sticking out like a sore thumb in that room. I definitely made the right decision about dropping the other class. It's all I can do at night to get a chapter read. So, I will post soon. I hope.
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