Fridays generally mean that I’m working longer days than normal and come home ready to fall on the couch, horsey smell and all, and wait for my boots to fall
Fridays generally mean that I’m working longer days than normal and come home ready to fall on the couch, horsey smell and all, and wait for my boots to fall
An online convo with my friend Joey: Joey: I think the internet has ruined my brain. My handwriting and spelling are horrible now. I used to be good at those.
So I was really trying to not be political today. I love politics and debate and have been very geared up lately, but I decided that today I was going
I know. I’m all back-to-basics, American-agriculture-rules, whole-wheat-bread and no-skinning-a-good-potato girl. But I love flavored creamer. You know the kind – engineered from oil and Splash of Whiteness, and technologically altered
I’m watching Tea Party footage online and couldn’t help myself. This woman captures the essence of the kind of people Obama insists he is helping, and yet understand that hard
…but this was too good not to share. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgAIsXFH9NE&rel=0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1]
My title for this post is a horrible sentence. Please forgive me. This article, however, is awesome. All burgeoning writers should read THIS.
I don’t think I can concentrate on much today, besides the GLORIOUS HOT WEATHER and the possibility of tan lines and maybe seeing dolphins and drinking Diet Coke*. Happy April
The Tea Party, that is. In the spirit of disclaimers/full disclosure/unbiased journalism, I have to admit that I did not go to a Tea Party yesterday. I wanted to, but
Today is Hump Day, Tax Day, Tea Party Day, Brooke’s Bday. Today is my Creative-Sprite-has-sprited-off-to-play-with-her-faerie-friends-and-I-am-very-cross-with-her-but-have-no-choice-but-to-wait-for-her-return-Day. So I am eating an ice cream sandwich on a very windy and cold deck,