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...
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