I'm at the beach right now, late at night, drinking toasted coconut ale and wishing that we didn't have to go home in the morning.  It's kind of weird that I forced the issue of buying a house - buying THAT house - the way that I did, because I loved it the way that I do, and still regretting the fact that we have to go back to it and live there.  ( Read more... )

This is rather good beer that I've found.  Tasty.  I'm sad it's all gone.  This makes me laugh now but in the morning I'll think I'm stupid.  Right now I think that's hilarious.  Tonight's self thinks morning's self is a moron.  I'm sure she thinks likewise.  Unfortunately morning self prefers "having had a beer" self, even when she won't admit it ( Read more... )

THE BUCKET LIST.

1. Take the kids to Yellowstone and Yosemite.
2. Get a book published.
3. Participate in the PTC triathlon.
4. See the Northern Lights.
5. Visit Machu Picchu.
6. Hike the Appalachian Trail.
7. Own a red 1965 Mustang convertible.
8. Get in shape.
9. Eat better.
10. Attend a Discworld Convention.
11. Meet Terry Pratchett.
12. Buy a place in St. ( Read more... )

I used to be a somewhat secretive person.  I'm not sure why this was the case.  I think I just preferred my privacy and preferred it so much that it became a mutant form of withdrawal.  I didn't really have any secrets, but I kept them anyway.
These days, however, secrets annoy me.  I know a lot of them and none of them are mine.  Few even have a ( Read more... )

I learned some things this past week ( Read more... )

They never did call me with the results of the bloodwork they did yesterday, or the chest x-ray.  Usually that means that there's nothing alarming in the results, but of course I have these vivid mental images of a group of doctors standing clustered around my x-rays and muttering, "Well, I've never seen THAT before!" and "What do you make of it, ( Read more... )

So I went back to the doctor today.  I freaked out a few days ago and made an appointment because I was certain that there was bubble wrap in my chest.  I was certain of alot of things.  Tumors, arthritis, connective tissue problems, you name it.  I was also certain that I have inflamed hypochondria.  Which I apparently do.  But I also learned that ( Read more... )

Having a child is like having a miniature window into your own character.  A child can't help but to mimic what he or she sees and, of course, repetition works both as a learning tool and an embarrassment tool.  If you aren't careful.  I am extremely careful - for the most part - with what I say around my daughter.  Since she's always around, it's ( Read more... )

Today I built a disposable doll house ( Read more... )

I don't sleep anymore ( Read more... )