I wrote this post back in 2013! Wow, how is that possible? Since then, I have thrown two successful dinner parties, though I’m always trying to up my game. I have yet to take it outside like the one I describe in this post, so in that sense it’s still very much a goal I’m
I know you probably haven’t met me in person, but if you had, I could probably ask you that question in the title and you’d probably have an answer for me. The reason for this? I’m pretty damn sure I have an inner ear problem because I apparently can’t not talk loudly. According to various sources–
I want you to know that I am not a planner. As a matter of fact, I hate planning. But when it comes to documenting your trip, some forethought is going to lead to appreciating yourself instead of rolling your eyes at yourself.
I love my quadriceps. They are strong, tight, sexy. They’ve got their act together. My inner thighs, however, are what we call freeloaders. They don’t work, but they sure do eat of the bounty. They suck the fat from everything I eat and expend no energy to burn it off. They are greedy, lazy, and
I’ve redesigned my Pinterest page with board covers. See what a remarkable difference it makes.
What can you do at home to save money and help save the planet? Here’s one thing. I challenge you!
The Streets Are Alive I’ve pushed myself further still. I got to this street yesterday evening which seemed just a step too far, or, should I say, a street too far? I’ve come to feel that streets have personalities. They have moods. This is a neighborhood built in the 1970s; these streets are not empty
I’ve been paying attention to my mind a lot lately. What I mean is that I’ve been listening to the things that my brain says, and I’ve been asking questions and demanding answers.
For you to understand what the heck I’m talking about, I’ll give you an example from as recently as this morning.
The clouds sit heavily under the hidden sky. The past two days have been on and off rain, sometimes a downpour, sometimes a drizzle. There have been few precious hours of dryness. It is, after all, the rainy season. Yesterday, Saturday, I missed my opportunity for a morning bike ride and I was bummed. Thankfully,
So while others have had shorter lives than mine and faster rises in readership, I accept anf respect the time that it took to get here.