i'm having a sleepover.

with myself.

and my puppy.

actually, he passed out a long time ago.

i'm in my animal print pj pants and my favorite concert tee.

i am singing.

loudly.

into a hairbrush.

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caleb, age 8: is this lady making lightning?
me: no sweetie, that's zatanna. she makes magic.

my job rocks.

further evidence:

me: so what are mysteries?
jonathan, age 5: jimmy says that mysteries are vegetarians!
lexie, age 5: i'm wearing pantyhose. hose, hose, hose. . . .

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Next to my bed, under what would appear to be six years worth of laundry to most people, I find many crumpled bits of paper with random thoughts scratched on them. Some are things I think of during the day at work. Others are thoughts I have in the middle of the night, and were written in the dark. Some stay in my head once I write them, others ( Read more... )

I stepped outside just before and a barking golf cart covered in a trash bag drove by while I was on the phone. I think a friend was very concerned for me. It was very hard to explain, with the hysterical laughter and all ( Read more... )

Just watch out for my crazy girl stream of consciousness. I thought of each of these things at work today, but the old memory is not as good as she used to be. So I wrote them on post it notes and shoved them in my pockets, and then came home to empty out my pockets and find all these odd little gems that lead me in all sorts of directions ( Read more... )

So I've had one of the busiest weeks of my life and have not gotten a chance to play here as much as I planned. If it continues to rain all weekend , it will provide me the time ( Read more... )

Yesterday I found myself watching the Little League World Series with my dad ( Read more... )