Life is short. Have your cupcake…and eat it too!
Life is short. Go for the cupcakes. –Suzy Toronto
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A word to the wise, part 10
Tag: Life changes
How’s it going?
Dear blog,
Please to enjoy this cute kitten. 🙂
Hi! How are you? Lonely? I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since I’ve visited, hasn’t it? I hope that, despite my long absence, you’ve still been having fun and doing all the things. I didn’t mean to be gone so long – really. But life happened? And I’m still trying to get a handle on it all.
It’s been an eventful month. That’s both good and not-so-good.
Also? I’ll be back with more stuff real soon. In the meantime, happy Hump Day! (Thank God it’s almost over.)
Love,
Moi
How did September treat you? Are you looking forward to October? Let’s catch up in the comments!
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A word to the wise, part 9
Ready…Set…Strip!!!
Are you brave enough to become authentic? –Suzy Toronto
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Hay!
It was a busy weekend. We built a chicken coop and hung gutters and tried not to collapse in the heat. (I may have collapsed, but not from the heat.)
Still, despite all the busy-ness, I managed to take a few neat pictures of the hay in our newly-remodeled granary/rabbit house/cat house/chicken coop:
I only wish I could have taken more. There was a great view from the first floor, but by the time I grabbed my phone, we’d already strung up the chicken wire for the ceiling. 😦
How was your weekend?
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Photo 365 #362
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a monarch butterfly, but I found one in our yard Saturday afternoon. Unfortunately, it had fallen victim to the lawnmower (or possibly the heat – Saturday was pretty darn warm).
Seymour was lucky enough to see it alive Saturday morning, and I saw another one later in the afternoon. I remember seeing tons of these guys as a kid, and their caterpillars, too, but there was a lot more milkweed around back then.
It’s a shame there aren’t more of these around for my kids to enjoy the way I did.
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A word to the wise, part 8
We all own stock in “The Little White Twinkly Light Factory” too.
Some of us were born with glitter in our veins. –Suzy Toronto
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Photo 365 #350: Change is afoot
Just look at this sky.
*inhales deeply*
*exhales happily*
Isn’t it beautiful? I snapped this picture on my way back from lunch on Monday. This has been one heck of a crazy week, and as a result, I’m going to have to make some changes.
For starters, I think I’m going to let my Photo Friday feature go on hiatus for a while. I completely forgot about it last week (and possibly the week before), and with trying to learn a new job, things are pretty hectic here right now, so the fewer things I have to worry about, the better.
This also means that once I finish my Photo 365 project, I’ll probably stop posting quite so frequently. I want to be able to publish quality blog posts, and if I’m so zonked at the end of the day that I can barely string together a coherent sentence, there’s probably no way I can put together a coherent (to say nothing of entertaining) blog post. I’ll try to post at least three times a week, but if I go silent for a couple days, try not to worry.
I’ll be Bach. 😀
With that said, I’m pretty zonked right now, so I’m going to go hit up the caffeination station and pray it kicks in soon. Have a great Thursday, everybody!
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Photo 365 #347
Seymour took me out for supper last night, and it was grand. The food could have been better (and definitely cheaper!), but it didn’t really matter because it was just the two of us.
Alone.
Without the kids.
It was glorious. When you don’t have four kids constantly clamoring for your attention, it’s easy to take silence for granted, which is why I love date nights so freaking much.
But I digress.
Partway through supper, my new job came up in the conversation, and I confessed to being nervous about it. Seymour pulled out a package and handed it to me, saying, “Well, I thought you might like this for your new desk.”
I have! The best! Husband! Ever! 😀
“This way,” he continued, “when you’re having a bad day, you have something to look at and remind yourself that it could always be worse.”
“Yeah, at least I’m not going out on an away mission in a red shirt!” I quipped.
Seriously, though, the thing is awesome. And it’s going to look great right next to my Voyager figurine. 😉
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Photo 365 #340: Where everybody knows your name
Mmm, reuben and chips, omnomnom!
Writing, of late, has been an odd sort of chore. I love to write – I yearn to write – but lately when I find myself alone with my thoughts and a pencil, I find that the words won’t come. They used to spill forth from my fingers like fat drops of rain from a heavy summer storm cloud. They used to burst froth from my pencil like rushing floodwaters through a broken dam.
But now?
Now, I find myself extracting each precious word like a miner with a gem. Or, more accurately, like a dentist with a particularly stubborn tooth. Bubbles’ first tooth, with its inch-long root and insistence on clinging to his lower gum, springs instantly to mind.
But that’s if the words come at all.
Today, for a change of pace…
Photo 365 #334
This has been one of those days. Productive, yes. A little exciting, even. And any day that involves double chocolate ice cream can’t be bad.
And yet?
I’m looking forward to the end of it.
See, at the end of it will be Seymour’s homemade hamburgers, fresh from the grill. At the end of it will be family time. At the end of it will hopefully be an end to the headache I’ve had for a week.
Or maybe not.
Change is in the offing, and I don’t do well with change.
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Suddenly they all died. The end. 