If I don’t write my dreams down immediately or seriously analyze them as soon as I wake up, I won’t remember them. So I haven’t been blogging about my dreams much these days. I was sitting at the dining room table when a number I didn’t recognize popped up on my phone. I answered it […]Read More alien head spider body
Both of my boys are getting hit by other boys. Judea got punched yesterday and Ezra got punched today. With Judea, it’s iffy because he still isn’t quite sure how to judge a situation appropriately and I don’t want him getting seriously hurt. I would rather him tell a teacher or try to somehow get […]Read More always something there 2 remind me
I’d like to thank Uncle Luke and Trick Daddy for helping me close these activity rings today LOL. My brain doesn’t understand the brains of people who hear this song and don’t start dancing. This song is kryptonite. If this song played while I was meeting the Pope, i’m screwed. If I were in a […]Read More Activity tracker
Last post of 2017! I went through a lot of anxiety and depression this year and i’m sure a lot of that has to do with my anemia but I also wasn’t writing as much, which is a problem. So, one of my goals for the new year is to start writing in my blog […]Read More Goodbye, 2017!
Check it out. I can download any picture from google, upload it to my HUE app, and my lights will mimic the lighting in the picture. If that’s not the coolest thing ever, I don’t know what is. This is going to be a hodgepodge of random because that’s all i’ve got, these days. Literally […]Read More super duper invisible
Ikea is every bit as magical as I thought it would be. That cheap ass, Swedish furniture is the stuff that dreams are made of. I did not go poor purchasing some floor to ceiling bookshelves: Shannon and I shut the damn store down, last Saturday. Yes, we were in the store for the afterparty […]Read More Yeah
Rolling hills and fields of tall grass and wildflowers. Shade beneath a sprawling tree, wicker basket, strawberries, mason jars of fresh squeezed lemonade…… baby blue and white plaid and bare feet, crazy hair. Breeze, leaves, bumblebees. Cold water in a clear stream. Cotton candy clouds. Someone there knows how to play a fiddle. Toes stuck […]Read More And I will never grow so old again