Category: bits and pieces
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discipline apply here
Yesterday I sent the Stitchers an article about a woman who lost 300 pounds over 5 years through diet and exercise. FIVE YEARS! She remained focused on this goal for FIVE YEARS. It boggles the mind. I am the complete opposite. I have remained unfocused on many goals for five years. For way over five…
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thirteen
The Girl Child turned into a teenager today. Holy crap. She is getting to the age that I can remember being (not being like Lefty, who can probably remember things from the womb). Like her, I can remember planning out wardrobe pieces, though I didn’t have the interweb to assist me. Specifically, a burgundy corduroy…
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begin again
It’s a long, bumpy road, this life thing. You’d think by the time you get to be a “certain age”, you’d have it pretty much down, or at least the big stuff. Not the case, at least for me. Sometimes it’s just so easy to maintain the status quo, to avoid rocking the boat or…
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skeleton (of the big, fat secret sort)
I had intended to leave you with Monday Words today as I have been neglecting them of late. Instead, recent developments have led me in another direction. Given the fact that I am fairly dead certain that none of my siblings read this blog, I feel pretty safe in what I’m about to write. And…
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march on
The last two Marches have not been good to me. Which is a shame, because I am a fan of spring and would prefer to be enjoying it. Last March we were dealing with the lease meltdown. This March it’s a combination of things – sales down, mechanical issues on the home front costing money,…
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getting my flea on
So last weekend I went to So Cal to meet up with some friends. We timed it so that we could cross an item off our bucket lists – visiting the grandaddy of all flea markets: The motherloving ROSE BOWL!! It happens the second Sunday of every month. We opted to go after the crazies…
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gin and girls
It’s been a rough couple weeks. The kind where the stress starts to take you over, where it all adds up and you can’t quite get ahead. Where there is a constant lump in your throat from things piling up and out, one after another. Nothing devastating – my roof isn’t 10 miles out to…
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milestones
This week marks two important anniversaries. Today is the one year anniversary of The Troubles at the Roanoke, when we first began the long journey of dealing with the lease mess, documented here, here, and here. On this day a year ago, we had NO idea that it would take the twists and turns that…
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a wrinkle in time
At my particular age (early-mid-40’s and let’s call it good) things-they-are-a-changing. I’ve noticed for awhile now that skin is getting thinner and hairs are getting whiter. NOT GRAY. I am paying the price for sun tanning with baby oil. There is definitely evidence of past and current scowling. And laughter. Things creak and pop. A…
foible and folly 