February 28, 2011


So, remember that time when I had a blog, and I wrote things in it, and you read it and we laughed and cried and had happy, fun times?

Yeah, it's getting harder for me to remember that, too.

I'll be honest: 2011? Not off to a banner start.

And work is like a runaway train with zero scheduled stops.

But in the last few weeks, I've come to realize something.

I need this space. And I need all of you.

How do I know this?

When I'm falling asleep? I'm writing blog posts in my head. Driving? I'm thinking about something that happened that I want to blog about. Sitting through the second half of a two-hour conference call, struggling to pay attention to tech specs? I'm remembering a picture I want to share with all of you.

When my long but satisfying work days are over, my brain? She's exhausted. And the idea of putting aside an hour to write is almost immediately swallowed up by the sheer joy of conversation with my husband and the television's mindless entertainment.

But I can't ignore those falling-asleep, driving-zone-out subconscious nudges any longer.

So, I'm back. Is it going to be like November, when I diligently posted every day and triumphantly finished NaBloPoMo? Most certainly not. But this is more of a need for me than I think I realized. And it's time to make it a priority.

See you soon. :)

(That's supposed to be a warm fuzzy. Because writing things here gives me...oh, whatever, you get it.)

February 3, 2011

Trend I Don't Get #734

The black-tipped French manicure:

Or, if you're really fancy:

I just think it makes it look like you have dirty fingernails! I'm sorry. I just don't get it.

Am I alone in this??

(I do like the chick's ring in the first picture, though.)

February 1, 2011

Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my back door

That's my deck out there. Can you see it through the glass?

Nope, we don't have beveled glass, and my phone camera quality isn't THAT bad.

That's ice, yo. Coating our sliding glass door.

I'm staying inside.

(On a related note, fat dog trying to balance on sheets-of-ice-covered lawn while pooing = hilarity.)

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