It doesn’t make any sense. I have been dreaming of this day for over a year, from the moment the WHO announced that we were in the middle of a global pandemic. What gives?
I wrote this almost a month but it’s just now getting posted. Oopsie. I dreamt I was hanging out with the Queen of England, traveling back and forth in time to be around her when she was young and old. I was not a friend, not a reporter, just an observer, but my presence was […]
Hot and dry, like a furnace. That’s what the weather has been like lately as fires rage on all across the west. All anyone wants is rain, and lots of it. Something about rain is irresistible. If you are in the possession of male nipples, the shirt has to come off. Summer is coming to […]
I just got back from a couple days of camping with Micah (Casey was on a 30 mile backpacking trip with the Scouts), Amy’s family and Emily’s family. There were also dogs and I brought one of Micah’s friends because I’m always down to add more kids to the mix. And the BF came on […]
Do you know what I haven’t done in a long time? Write about my dreams. Do you know why? I haven’t remembered my dreams since June. I’m pretty sure I’ve been dreaming all along, but I haven’t been able to remember them. Maybe because of my new an un-improved sleep patterns, maybe because of the […]
I haven’t sat still in such a long time that I actually really need this time to relax. And I miss writing.
My bathroom is not large by any means, and all I could think at the time was, WHERE ARE THE CATS? WHY AREN’T THEY IN HERE, TOO?
I will spare you the gruesome details but let’s just say it was fucking gross. When I pulled out my phone BEFORE THE PROCEDURE my vet said, “You aren’t going to video this are you?!?”
The Renaissance Festival is walking into the equivalent of a strip club for kids and LARPers. If you ain’t throwing down the bills you ain’t having fun.
I feel like tattoo artists should have some kind of moral obligation to require people with really bad tattoo ideas to sleep on it.