what do we do with all the words we can't share- can't send via text, email, or leave in pockets we can't reach? where does all the sweetness go ( Read more... )

Oh, Joni, how are you so good at what you do?

I had coffee last night with a rather distressed maid of honor who was looking down the barrel of what's supposed to be a vacation, but contains: a red-eye from Alaska to Iowa, writing two papers, hosting a bachelorette party, and writing the perfect speech for her best friend's wedding, all before the weekend is over. Oh, and she's got to squeeze ( Read more... )

Reports in from out east are that it is 70 degrees and sunny. As much as I could never go back, I do miss the flora - the skunk cabbage popping up everywhere, new green. And being away from LB kills me. Guess that's the price I pay ( Read more... )

Tried painting with oils today...not a fan ( Read more... )

I went for a walk the other day with Clyde and Sarah through the housing development to the west of us that I call America. We were on a search for the most amazing Christmas light display, and the results were not as satisfactory as I had hoped, although we did find this gem.
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Well folks I have been harboring some downright evil for the past while, and it's time it gets gone.  My white blood cells (and I am sure a host of other factors) have been battling this beast non-stop for the last three days (some might argue 5).  It has been a most unpleasant experience, and I am at this point in time trying to decide if I will ( Read more... )

I put an 8' tall noble fir on top of an Expedition today.  By myself.  No tip, but that smelly old lady can't take away my feeling of accomplishment.

I also reached my goal of selling five trees today.  This weekend will be better.  I am hoping for 50 on Saturday. 

I don't care who you are or how many degrees in history you hold there is no convincing me that Operation Iraqi Freedom was a) a good idea, or b) a success.  Fuck that.  Fuck that.

I value the spoken word.  Those who use words like weapons are oft the most admired of us all, but recognizing when to hold your tongue is a talent indeed.

I am bummed ( Read more... )

As of Tuesday I am the darned sweetest Christmas tree salesperson this side of the Columbia.

I am very excited.