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Division of the pie
Professional life ( Read more... ) -
our best friend
happy birthday to my little boy with arctic eyes and snowy frame
my sweet fluffy angel who came drifting down from the heavens above on a breeze
the one who teaches me the limitless nature of love
the essential cookie monster of my life
my kai blue
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The time is ripe
Trying to eat a pomegranate is like trying to manage my time. I start off with neat divisions and end up with bits and pieces all over the place (and all over me ( Read more... ) -
Rare double post
Stolen from TCCPlayer's enigmatic journal:
Daisy was abducted by aliens
The aliens were attracted by the hypnotic nostrils of Daisy
'What will your Headline be?' at QuizGalaxy.com
The nostril through which she forgets to exhale while lifting heavy weights ;-)
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rage in the pomegranate
I had a highly unusual experience on Sunday afternoon. I experienced a ROUO (a rage of unknown origin). I became incredibly overwhelmingly angry over something that would not ordinarily anger me; in fact, I would ordinarily find it funny. I could hear the logical part of my brain saying “calm down, just laugh it off, it’s funny”, but still I was ( Read more... ) -
self actualization - practice
Note to self submit a separate post on New Orleans trip for journal…more to come on that interesting trip ( Read more... ) -
Feeling the F
Great things brought to you by the letter F:
Friday
Freedom
Free-time
Free
Fcuk - French Connection [still cracks me up]
Fun
Flirtatious
Furry and/or Fuzzy
Fantasy
Finished
Fiery
Fabulous
Felicity
Facation (ok, that’s cheating, but that’s how C pronounces it in a Dutch accent)
Oh and did I say FRIDAY already, yay!
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On commuting
I really need a new book on CD for my commute. I’ve settled my book guru up in Seattle so now where shall I get fantastic book on CD recommendations ( Read more... ) -
impermanent occupation of space
As a restless spirit I have lived in several places. I’ve played on the beaches of the Gulf of Mexico, little crabs pinching at my toes. I’ve been eskimoed in parkas and galoshes in Minnesota. My skin has baked and browned in the Sonoran desert (twice now). I’ve experienced the “shock and awe” of Hawaiian paradise. I’ve sequestered myself in a ( Read more... ) -
who lat di a dae?
I found this on an lj post. It was so much fun....albeit a bit humbling.
I don't know how the subject line (which is papiamento) is spelled, but I know how it sounds... who lat di a day? what time is it? Me screebie...I'm tired...it's time to call it a day.
Language Savvy
You scored a 250 out of 400 on language ( Read more... )