Every so often I remember that I have a BLOG! And suddenly I’m dropping everything to get back in touch with my writerly side. I used to do this all the time- get in touch with myself – but as I’ve gotten older I seem to be touching myself less.
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2018.
Happy New Year! Happy NEW YEAR!!!!~**!!!**~!!! !!! I would bang pots and pans, but I’m too busy TYPING. SO. 2018!! You’re here! The year I’ve been dreaming of the past 18 years has finally arrived and I’m both giddy and nostalgic. 18 years since I made my first human. 18 years and I’ll soon be the owner of an adult!
Unrequited and it feels so goooood. (HAHAHAHAHAH) No.
A year ago I received a wonderful present. A “chocolate box” of 5 chickens! One white, 1 speckled, 1 blonde, 1 black, and an amber-colored Amercauna. The hens had mostly stopped laying and rather than dispatch and eat them, a friend kindly offered them to my husband to give to me as an anniversary gift. YAYYYY!
Another Saturday Night and I Ain’t Got Nobody (to Rub My Feet)
You know how it feels when you’re so dog-tired you’re almost delusional?
Three Things I Love About My House.
You know how it feels when you’re falling in love? At first, it’s all hot and heavy and you can hardly think of anything but being with the other person. You live them, breathe them, you almost want to EAT them! But things eventually steady. The boil, though still burning, simmers down and you start to see stuff you hadn’t seen before. And often it’s these subtleties that’ll either END IT or enchant you all the more.