rambling Gold Plated... So the Olympics are over. I wrote before that I didn't think I'd watch, that it was just too hard right now to be all rah rah rah USA. And I was right, it was too hard and I didn't watch. I, of course,
fiction Ghosted... fiction She thought being a ghost would be more fun. When she was alive she used to read stories about hauntings and thought the ghosts must be having a great time. A chance to torment the people that did you wrong while you were alive. A chance to be a
rambling Jerk... You know when you are on the edge of light sleep and deep sleep and you are dreaming that you are walking or running and you trip? That jerk that shakes your body because you haven't yet reached the deep sleep no moving level yet. And now you
rambling Soundtrack of Your Life... I read an article years ago about music and how the music you listened to during your high school years is basically the soundtrack of your life. That there is no other point in time that music is as important to you. Now I'm not sure if that&
rambling Catlike... Just a quick funny (at least to me) realization today. Brent and I joke that I am basically a cat. I have been reincarnated to the highest life form, a spoiled housecat. I do what I want, when I want. I know what rules are but not as they apply
fiction Never Too Late... fiction "That's it? That's what you want to go back and change?" "Yeah. I mean, you set the boundaries pretty tight. I can't change anything that I wasn't directly involved with, so no changing anything with Baby Hitler as
rambling Cover Ups... Not the ones in our government. But hair. As I've told you I'm growing out my gray. I'm finally gray enough that it will look like I have gray hair instead of muddy brown hair. I'm excited. But hair only grows so
fiction Flights of Fancy... fiction She wasn't superstitious by nature. She prided herself on being logical in all matters. She didn't read horoscopes. She didn't knock wood or throw salt or spit three times when someone mentioned the devil. She didn't pray to an all knowing
rambling So Unoriginal... I used to think I hated remakes. Like if it wasn't the original song I didn't even want to bother. Then I realized that often what I thought was the original was the remake and I liked it better. I had to admit that what I
rambling Tidy... The HOA sent the gardeners around to trim everyone's front bushes today. We had opted out in the Fall when they first said it was going to be done. But with the winter being what it was, and the workforce being what it is, the trimming got pushed
fiction True Love... fiction "...I have no idea what she saw in him." "Right? Like how did she look at him and think, yeah, that's it!" "What are you two ladies talking about?" Molly and Lauren both jumped a little at the sound of their
rambling Random Collection... A little housekeeping, a little random thoughts, a little blog. First off, I realized last night that I set my goal for reading incorrectly. I had in my head to use the background goal I had for the year before last, but instead I just plugged in the number of
rambling It's All Political... I've never had much patience for people who say they don't do politics. How can you not do politics? Either national, state, local, work or familial politics. We all do politics. But I do get the desire to not have to do politics. And I understand
rambling Basically... I might have written something similar to this in the past but a quick perusal didn't find it so... I'm basic. I like things that a lot of other people like. I'm not fancy or esoteric. I am the way I am, and now
fiction Book Shelves... fiction She walked past the shelves trailing a finger along the spines of the books she had spent years curating. All of the different colors and textures of the covers. Some thick enough to rival any work of King's and some barely a pamphlet. There were more than
rambling Hate to Say I Told You So... I never thought I'd have even an ounce of respect for Marjorie Taylor Greene and yet... It's been really odd to watch an entire party collectively shrug their shoulders and move on when they win. When they are right. When they told us so. I mean,
rambling Who Are You? Doing my workout this morning and the trainer said that how people talk about their workouts is one way of identifying who is going to keep working out. If you tie your workout to an outcome, like you are working out to fit into a pair of jeans, or you
rambling Is It Over? Okay, the horrors they persist but January is done at least. The month has been terrible in the US. So much shit. Like even more shit than we've been seeing every other month of our current shit show. Which is saying a lot. But as I keep saying.
rambling Broken or better? I had a dream last night where I was with a lot of the people I grew up with. We had a homework assignment where we had to make these collage books about our lives. (great stress dream, right? homework and people from my old church) I was flipping through
rambling Would You Do it Differently? I texted a friend this morning: "Listening to Me First and the Gimme Gimmes. Man, they'd be fun to see in concert someday." She sent me back a laughing emoji. See, it's funny because we went to a Me First concert together. I saw
rambling Different... I was listening to an album of mine today that might be the oddest album I own. Not like "oh I wouldn't expect you to listen to that" but like truly the music is odd. I looked it up and it's described as avant-garde
fiction A New World... fiction She was washing dishes from breakfast when she heard the knocking. "Mrs. Olivec! Mrs. Olivec! I've got your delivery!" She dried her hands and went to answer the front door. "Thanks, Bethune, you could have just left it on the porch you know."
rambling Well... So how was your weekend? Great right? No bad news you can think of? For those of you who don't live in the US or might have missed the news; for the second time this month our government had us all watching snuff films taken from different angles
fiction Calming the Storm... fiction His first memory was of his mother. Which wasn't all that unusual. A lot of people had a first memory that was tied to a parent. But his first memory was of his mother controlling a storm. She was in the yard and her hair was flying.
rambling Challenged... Technology is not my best friend. Anytime there is something new out there Brent has to drag me practically kicking and screaming to using it. I can tell you that part of it is the way my brain is wired, I like routines, I like the comfort of the same,
