And Then I Think

Sweet holy cupcakes, woman. Eat some dinner and stop messing around.

I Love

This song.  So waily-awesome.  Sadly, I haven't listened to it in a long time because my hard drive got baleeted.  




And the pregger banjo player.  OF COURSE the pregger banjo player.  Here's an excerpt from an email:

I basically love when pregnant women do anything.  It's like you take any activity and it is ~10x cooler when a pregnant person does it.  Shooting an arrow?  Pretty cool.  Shooting an arrow while pregnant?  Effing. Bad. Ass.  

This post is hereby publicly dedicated to Kaci.  

Today

I need to do this.  Things that made me glad to be alive today:

• Getting to work by 8:00 AM
• Sunshine
• Warmth
• Lunchtime walk
• Vietnamese sandwich
• Tiny nap on a park bench
• Man selling paintings and playing motown from an old jukebox
• Watching people walking
• Tiny dogs
• Daffodils
• Exchanging smiles
• Exchanging sweaters
  
• People talking in other languages
• Telling a girl I like her weird shoes
• Getting a seat on the train
• Hobbit soundtrack
• Making beans and rice and fried bananas for dinner with Bubber

The end.  

Lentacular

On the one hand, Lent has been going pretty well, in terms of not craving candy/chocolate/desserts (except that today I want a cookie DESPERATELY, but generally I even do okay). 

On the other hand, I don't know how well I have been doing in terms of my original conception. Everything has just been sort of a fog of numbness these past couple weeks. 

Le sigh. I don't even know what's going on with that. 

Well, there are still three weeks remaining for me to at least ATTEMPT to do this with a little more purpose.  Yes that is the whole point of any of it, for me at least. 


Meaning and purpose. 

Goodbye

I feel sad throwing away ballpoint pens...

Priorities

I spilled my change purse all over the floor and into the candy bar rack and under the checkout counter at CVS, and my first thought was "DAMMIT.  I had a ton of quarters in there.  Those are so valuable... for laundry."