I’m watching for it, that brilliant post. I’m waiting for it to arrive. I stare, purposefully if you wish, at the monitor. Here’s what I see. No brilliant blog post on the horizon. Rather, my head’s reflection, and the blowy trees in the back yard. This is the kind of mirror I can really mesh...
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Category Archives: dumb things I doI’ve read quite a bit lately about this phenomenon of thinking – and I’m way too lazy to link to any of it. Sorry. A little. But here’s the Becca version-distillation of the thing – some people live in the “If Only” world. If only I were lovely. If only I were brilliant. If only...  So I went to the eye doctor this month. And he laughed at me. Again. My eye doctor is several things, but funny is not one I would think to label him with. A close-sitter? Yes. Efficient? Yes. Able to remember if he’s on “Two? Or three?” or if he’s on “Six? Or seven?” Yep.... Remember that Husband is awesome? And that he makes my site real pretty-like? He just gave me this new plug-in to reduce Russian pornographers’ spam comments, and now somehow I can’t find my drafts. There were some drafts. Clever drafts. But, alas, now I’m flying from the hip. But I wanted to tell you this... I have a small amount of inexplicable guilt that today’s post has nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with Christmas, and nothing even to do with Kid 4, who turns 7 tomorrow (I know – we’re giddy with anticipation, too). It’s just that I heard a song on the radio this morning,... Days like this I’m almost overwhelmed by how many people love me. Today, it’s the vacation rental adverts. They’re all over my blog comments. Husband said to me the other day, “Wow. Your blog is getting really popular.” I sort of looked at him with that “duh, huh?” questioning look on my face, and he... Did I say I’d come back tomorrow? Oh, well. There’s the first one. I’m not really that good at blogging every day. Or exercising every day. Or meeting those writing goals I’m so fond of making. Or avoiding butter. Reading books slowly. Writing thank you cards. Waiting 24 hours before spending the paycheck (on frivolities... So maybe it’s the Halloween thing, or maybe it’s that Husband left today for Hawaii, or maybe I should stop finding excuses. Whatever. Here’s what happened: I was driving Kid 2 to her friend’s house for a Halloween party. She’s dressed as a huge fried egg with horns and a pitchfork. Get it? A devilled... |