We hadn't shoveled because... well there is no sad little excuse that explains it.
My husband took this picture and there is just something about the snow...
Saturday
Let It Snow...
Ignore the sad garbage and recycling in the background. It wasn't garbage day yet!!
We hadn't shoveled because... well there is no sad little excuse that explains it.
My husband took this picture and there is just something about the snow...
We hadn't shoveled because... well there is no sad little excuse that explains it.
My husband took this picture and there is just something about the snow...
Fight against the zombies...
I think perhaps we have been watching a little too much Walking Dead.
and then just in case the snow blower isn't enough to take care of the unwanted visitors, this guy should be able to handle it....
Friday
Crunching Leaves
It's cold and I want a fireplace. Nothing has changed there.
I have a bunch of pictures stuck on my camera that it's time to download. They made me think of warmer times. During my lunch hours in the fall I would walk. Looking for a tree with red leaves. Not really caring if I didn't find it because any colored leaves will do. Enjoying the crunch crunch beneath my feet while enjoying the older houses with their old trees.
Just before the snow came I found this tree. The leaves wanted to change to red but the weather changed first. It snowed and snowed and then froze. The leaves fell off - still green. Maybe next year.
I have a bunch of pictures stuck on my camera that it's time to download. They made me think of warmer times. During my lunch hours in the fall I would walk. Looking for a tree with red leaves. Not really caring if I didn't find it because any colored leaves will do. Enjoying the crunch crunch beneath my feet while enjoying the older houses with their old trees.
Wednesday
Testing blogger app again
In case the magic works at 2:12 on 2012/12/12.
'Cause you just never know right?
'Cause you just never know right?
Tuesday
the Blogger app
Found out tonight that Blogger now has an app!! I got excited! Freakishly excited if I'm confessing honestly.
The thought that I could blog anytime, anywhere...
I could blog in the night - where things at 3am seem so dramatic and important. Then I could revel in the inevitable embarrassment the next day reading what I had just published.
I could blog walking down the road - like the other phone walker zombies that inhabit my world.
I could blog while cooking supper...providing my overgrown thumb wouldn't mash the keys rendering my musings intelligible.
I could even blog...in the bathroom. Gasp. I know, right? Who does that?
I would - just to say that I did. Oh and my co-worker...but he just really likes bathrooms for some reason.
Anyway - I could go on but let's keep this rated G today. I downloaded that app and found out that it is fantastically craptacular. Wait until the update if you are considering downloading it. The screen doesn't scroll when you type so that any post longer than 4 sentences lives in your imagination until you say that you are done and want to re-read it. Don't even think about clicking the photo icon because if you try and add a photo - it will erase the blog entry you just did! Gah!
I had to fish out my laptop and share - just in case it saves someone some grief!
The thought that I could blog anytime, anywhere...
I could blog in the night - where things at 3am seem so dramatic and important. Then I could revel in the inevitable embarrassment the next day reading what I had just published.
I could blog walking down the road - like the other phone walker zombies that inhabit my world.
I could blog while cooking supper...providing my overgrown thumb wouldn't mash the keys rendering my musings intelligible.
I could even blog...in the bathroom. Gasp. I know, right? Who does that?
I would - just to say that I did. Oh and my co-worker...but he just really likes bathrooms for some reason.
Anyway - I could go on but let's keep this rated G today. I downloaded that app and found out that it is fantastically craptacular. Wait until the update if you are considering downloading it. The screen doesn't scroll when you type so that any post longer than 4 sentences lives in your imagination until you say that you are done and want to re-read it. Don't even think about clicking the photo icon because if you try and add a photo - it will erase the blog entry you just did! Gah!
I had to fish out my laptop and share - just in case it saves someone some grief!
Friday
Ice Cream Induced...
3:25am
Note to self:
Just because one has a craving for a peanut buster parfait at 930pm
does not mean one should indulge in this craving, especially when said
individual is not 21 anymore.
Clearly my aged digestive system would have preferred something akin
to a warm mash or a saltine instead.
I believe it was the horrible gurgling sounds that woke me up in the
first place but it was my big dumb stupid brain that started thinking
about work.
I won't even confess what ridiculously small work thing I am fixating
on at 315am. Even though every topic seems infinitely more profound at
3am- some tiny rusty logical part of my brain knows that this is just
weird instead. I tentatively propose that hot fudge causes neurons to
misfire. I have been having the same work dream looping through my
head all night. That...or I truly am losing my mind.
You'd think that if I truly was losing my mind I wouldn't know or
recognize it so it must be the hot fudge. Or the peanuts. Or the ice
cream. Damn you delectable treat for bringing work into my life at
3am!!!
Helllllloooo random brain synapses - cross the streams and let me
leave the work world behind in favor of something darker and more
titillating....
Like zombies.
There's always room for zombies.
Nom nom nom.... Brains.....
Note to self:
Just because one has a craving for a peanut buster parfait at 930pm
does not mean one should indulge in this craving, especially when said
individual is not 21 anymore.
Clearly my aged digestive system would have preferred something akin
to a warm mash or a saltine instead.
I believe it was the horrible gurgling sounds that woke me up in the
first place but it was my big dumb stupid brain that started thinking
about work.
I won't even confess what ridiculously small work thing I am fixating
on at 315am. Even though every topic seems infinitely more profound at
3am- some tiny rusty logical part of my brain knows that this is just
weird instead. I tentatively propose that hot fudge causes neurons to
misfire. I have been having the same work dream looping through my
head all night. That...or I truly am losing my mind.
You'd think that if I truly was losing my mind I wouldn't know or
recognize it so it must be the hot fudge. Or the peanuts. Or the ice
cream. Damn you delectable treat for bringing work into my life at
3am!!!
Helllllloooo random brain synapses - cross the streams and let me
leave the work world behind in favor of something darker and more
titillating....
Like zombies.
There's always room for zombies.
Nom nom nom.... Brains.....
Tuesday
Random Mind Vomit...
2:31am...sent to Mrs Smith and Seth
the boy was coughing too much...
I delivered him some medicine
Upon returning to my cozy nest i became obsessed by work thoughts again. I hate that. I can tell myself that I am just one person and that there are at most 7 working hours in one day but that doesn't shut up those thoughts. I like to cross things off my list not make the list longer. My brain is not helpful in this desire. In an attempt to mentally stab my brain with a qtip I forced my thoughts away from work trying to immerse myself in one of my favorite daydreams.
Even relaxing in my lounge chair i couldn't stay focused and that's when i realized that today was my Grandma's birthday. Born in 1927 she would have been 85 today. She was nutty. She walked with heavy feet and when she hugged you it would crack your ribs. She wore green nail polish and knitted slippers & mittens while watching baseball on TV. On almost every visit you could be sure to be shown her latest garage sale finds and encouraged to put a few pieces into the puzzle she had going on the kitchen table. If you were unlucky enough to be sitting near her as she went through her fridge you might have her appear behind you with a spoon saying "taste this, i think it's rancid." She was definitely an early bird and most mornings could be found smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table playing solitaire while bread dough sat rising on the counter. She had the most distinctive contagious laugh and I don't think anyone in our family can not remember her yelling YAHTZEE loud enough to scare dust bunnies. No one loved Christmas more than her and I think she would have been happy that I've been singing Christmas carols for 2 weeks already.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I'll try and crack my kid's ribs today in your honor and might even be able to squeeze out a yelled "Yahtzee" for no reason other than to make my work mates think I've truly gone off the deep end this time...
the boy was coughing too much...
I delivered him some medicine
Upon returning to my cozy nest i became obsessed by work thoughts again. I hate that. I can tell myself that I am just one person and that there are at most 7 working hours in one day but that doesn't shut up those thoughts. I like to cross things off my list not make the list longer. My brain is not helpful in this desire. In an attempt to mentally stab my brain with a qtip I forced my thoughts away from work trying to immerse myself in one of my favorite daydreams.
Even relaxing in my lounge chair i couldn't stay focused and that's when i realized that today was my Grandma's birthday. Born in 1927 she would have been 85 today. She was nutty. She walked with heavy feet and when she hugged you it would crack your ribs. She wore green nail polish and knitted slippers & mittens while watching baseball on TV. On almost every visit you could be sure to be shown her latest garage sale finds and encouraged to put a few pieces into the puzzle she had going on the kitchen table. If you were unlucky enough to be sitting near her as she went through her fridge you might have her appear behind you with a spoon saying "taste this, i think it's rancid." She was definitely an early bird and most mornings could be found smoking a cigarette at the kitchen table playing solitaire while bread dough sat rising on the counter. She had the most distinctive contagious laugh and I don't think anyone in our family can not remember her yelling YAHTZEE loud enough to scare dust bunnies. No one loved Christmas more than her and I think she would have been happy that I've been singing Christmas carols for 2 weeks already.
Happy Birthday Grandma! I'll try and crack my kid's ribs today in your honor and might even be able to squeeze out a yelled "Yahtzee" for no reason other than to make my work mates think I've truly gone off the deep end this time...
Thursday
Middle of the Night Thoughts...
Night Musings sent to friends at 2:10am
I am waiting for the body groove on the couch to warm up and my
Grandma quilt to stop my shivering so you two can enjoy? my useless
musings....
I want a magic wand.
I have a magic wand. I think today it's name is Carl. It came with the
fisher price magic show that I got when I was 9 or 10 years old. I
pulled out the set yesterday and showed some tricks to my kids. Even
though DS knew how some of the tricks worked, even he got caught
up when I made Carl come to life and produce a flower while I was
apparently focusing on making a ball disappear instead. Hearingmy daughter 's
belly laugh every time I did it made it obvious that Carl
still has some magic left in him.
I feel sorry for people who have lost their delight at the little
things. I still can't help but smile when I see someone throw pizza
dough in the air, when fireworks go off, when the Bellagio fountains
dance or when my peppermint mocha is just so. I wonder if these
things make my face light up like my daughter's does when we dance in
the kitchen, sip pretend tea or when Carl sneaks out unannounced from
the top of my old wand.
I want a magic wand. One that works and takes away people's pain and
brings back the sparkle in their eye. I think we need more Carl's in
our lives.
While I'm wishing for magic.... It can't hurt to wish that my inlaws
in Arizona were the lucky winners of that record powerball lottery
last night. Apparently the winning ticket came from there. I would buy
myself a fireplace. I would hire someone to have thoughts in the
middle of the night for me. I would buy a peppermint mocha... With
sprinkles.
I am waiting for the body groove on the couch to warm up and my
Grandma quilt to stop my shivering so you two can enjoy? my useless
musings....
I want a magic wand.
I have a magic wand. I think today it's name is Carl. It came with the
fisher price magic show that I got when I was 9 or 10 years old. I
pulled out the set yesterday and showed some tricks to my kids. Even
though DS knew how some of the tricks worked, even he got caught
up when I made Carl come to life and produce a flower while I was
apparently focusing on making a ball disappear instead. Hearingmy daughter 's
belly laugh every time I did it made it obvious that Carl
still has some magic left in him.
I feel sorry for people who have lost their delight at the little
things. I still can't help but smile when I see someone throw pizza
dough in the air, when fireworks go off, when the Bellagio fountains
dance or when my peppermint mocha is just so. I wonder if these
things make my face light up like my daughter's does when we dance in
the kitchen, sip pretend tea or when Carl sneaks out unannounced from
the top of my old wand.
I want a magic wand. One that works and takes away people's pain and
brings back the sparkle in their eye. I think we need more Carl's in
our lives.
While I'm wishing for magic.... It can't hurt to wish that my inlaws
in Arizona were the lucky winners of that record powerball lottery
last night. Apparently the winning ticket came from there. I would buy
myself a fireplace. I would hire someone to have thoughts in the
middle of the night for me. I would buy a peppermint mocha... With
sprinkles.
Friday
Late night musings....
Sent to friends at 2:36am
I think I've mentioned my fireplace love before...numerous times. It
seems inevitable that this desire would return as I watch the frost
creep across all the windows this morning.... Our furnace chose this
evening to commit suicide so our beds are piled high with blankets and
I wonder at what point I will begin to see my breath . Mentally I'm
either curled in front of my fireplace again or stretched out on my
lounge chair in peurto moreles waiting for my next margarita. I
eagerly look forward to stepping out of this toasty nest into our
frigid room 3 hours from now....it's not obvious is it?
I've mentally decided to volunteer to take the bus in tomorrow to give
McGyver a chance to go buy furnace parts quicker. It's not that i
doubt he can fix it himself . After 18 ish years together he's done
many things to make my jaw gape in wonderment: laid ceramic tile,
laminate, drywalled, installed a gas line, fixed our old furnace , our
stove last month , our dryer 2 years ago etc. I think it's more that I
come from a home where aside from faucets and toasters... Duct tape
fixes everything. I marvel at people who can fix things but with an
air of disbelief that it can be done at all.
Hopefully the heater is on the bus. I do like to be warm. Is 630am
too early to add warming baileys to my morning coffee? Hmmm... I think
it might be.
I think I've mentioned my fireplace love before...numerous times. It
seems inevitable that this desire would return as I watch the frost
creep across all the windows this morning.... Our furnace chose this
evening to commit suicide so our beds are piled high with blankets and
I wonder at what point I will begin to see my breath . Mentally I'm
either curled in front of my fireplace again or stretched out on my
lounge chair in peurto moreles waiting for my next margarita. I
eagerly look forward to stepping out of this toasty nest into our
frigid room 3 hours from now....it's not obvious is it?
I've mentally decided to volunteer to take the bus in tomorrow to give
McGyver a chance to go buy furnace parts quicker. It's not that i
doubt he can fix it himself . After 18 ish years together he's done
many things to make my jaw gape in wonderment: laid ceramic tile,
laminate, drywalled, installed a gas line, fixed our old furnace , our
stove last month , our dryer 2 years ago etc. I think it's more that I
come from a home where aside from faucets and toasters... Duct tape
fixes everything. I marvel at people who can fix things but with an
air of disbelief that it can be done at all.
Hopefully the heater is on the bus. I do like to be warm. Is 630am
too early to add warming baileys to my morning coffee? Hmmm... I think
it might be.
Late night musings...
Sent to friends...Nov 15
2:15am
Every night that I've made the middle of the night trudge downstairs
to the living room I have had the same thoughts...
* a week ago I forgot to look inside a suitcase pocket while unpacking
from my parents house and left my kindle book light in there. I can't
think of a better sleep inducer than the biography. Now
it's too late an too cold in here to go find it. Damn programmable
heat.
* in my sleep deprived stupor , how long before I miss a step on the
way down and break a hip? I am growing aged.
* there is something awesome about homemade grandma quilts on couches
* need to remember to check if our house thermostat changed hours at
daylight savings time . I suspect not. I'm cold although that matters
not at all right now. Sigh... Better check now... Hmm... It is the
right time. I guess I just need to reprogram it to kick in earlier .
Now where's that warm spot I just left on the couch?
Other random thoughts...
* I'd like to poke someone with a qtip right now. Hard.
* I wish we had a fireplace. At the moment - a gas one. I'd hunker
down in front of it with my grandma quilt and let the flames hypnotize
me into oblivion.
* I have a page folded over in a book we have that has my dream
basement layout . If I were the queen of my world and had full control
of our basement development I would have done this layout. It had a
wood burning fireplace with a big stone hearth among other things like
overhead beams and big comfy chairs.... Ahhhh... When I win the
lottery....
* do you think I can count the words of all November musings to my
NaNoWriMo total? My grade 5 teacher told me I'd be an author
someday... Lol
* do you think the immense amount of grey roots in my hair are more to
do with my hair color right now or the fact that I have to deal with
as a team lead and 's bathroom revelations & rocket jokes?
* do you think a hot massage guy with rippling shoulder muscles, a
cold afflicted voice with a delicious accent could remove the ache in
my back from this effing? Oi... I just got all glazed eyed for
a moment falling into a shades of grey worthy daydream moment. Made me
bite my lip...
* time to wrap up.... The grandma quilt has warmed me and my eyes and
brain tired enough to let me sleep again. If I go fast enough I might
be able to generate a good dream about that last point....
Melly
2:15am
Every night that I've made the middle of the night trudge downstairs
to the living room I have had the same thoughts...
* a week ago I forgot to look inside a suitcase pocket while unpacking
from my parents house and left my kindle book light in there. I can't
think of a better sleep inducer than the
it's too late an too cold in here to go find it. Damn programmable
heat.
* in my sleep deprived stupor , how long before I miss a step on the
way down and break a hip? I am growing aged.
* there is something awesome about homemade grandma quilts on couches
* need to remember to check if our house thermostat changed hours at
daylight savings time . I suspect not. I'm cold although that matters
not at all right now. Sigh... Better check now... Hmm... It is the
right time. I guess I just need to reprogram it to kick in earlier .
Now where's that warm spot I just left on the couch?
Other random thoughts...
* I'd like to poke someone with a qtip right now. Hard.
* I wish we had a fireplace. At the moment - a gas one. I'd hunker
down in front of it with my grandma quilt and let the flames hypnotize
me into oblivion.
* I have a page folded over in a book we have that has my dream
basement layout . If I were the queen of my world and had full control
of our basement development I would have done this layout. It had a
wood burning fireplace with a big stone hearth among other things like
overhead beams and big comfy chairs.... Ahhhh... When I win the
lottery....
* do you think I can count the words of all November musings to my
NaNoWriMo total? My grade 5 teacher told me I'd be an author
someday... Lol
* do you think the immense amount of grey roots in my hair are more to
do with my hair color right now or the fact that I have to deal with
* do you think a hot massage guy with rippling shoulder muscles, a
cold afflicted voice with a delicious accent could remove the ache in
my back from this effing? Oi... I just got all glazed eyed for
a moment falling into a shades of grey worthy daydream moment. Made me
bite my lip...
* time to wrap up.... The grandma quilt has warmed me and my eyes and
brain tired enough to let me sleep again. If I go fast enough I might
be able to generate a good dream about that last point....
Melly
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