I’ve always liked cops. I’m not just talking about the pulse jumping SWAT guys that frequent my Starbucks. Even when I’m caught speeding, which does happen occasionally, I still like cops. I freely admit when I’ve broken the law and I’ve grown up having a clear understanding between right and wrong. Not that I always…
Space. I really like and often need my space. It’s not that I get claustrophobic, it’s more a matter of needing to be alone. I’ve always liked time alone. Being an only child and living within a family of five, I crave it. We went to Paris after Christmas this year, all five of us.…
It appears that lately my blog has been a bit melancholy. Breast Cancer, 9/11 and heartbreak while important and relevant when taken all at once can be…sad. So, I feel the need for a little sunshine. Katlyn came home from high school yesterday inspired. I know those two things seem mutually exclusive, but she was…
I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis lately. Warning, this blog may be a touch whiney and I realize I could be living in Haiti or missing a leg. I know…there are people a lot worse off than I am and quite frankly I’m sick of hearing about it. I want to wallow…
Sprinklers. I like sprinklers. I like the Ch…Ch…ChChCh sound they make. I like their consistency. The sound of sprinklers either retires a hard fought day, or it welcomes a new day’s possibilities. No one ever runs their sprinklers during the details of the day. I live in the desert, so I do not have sprinklers…
“What are the directions?” I asked my 7 year old daughter when she told me we needed to do a Book Mobile for her reading book Chocolate Fever. She replied that there were no instructions she was just supposed to put pictures and fun things from the book on paper and tape them to a…
Patience is something I do not have… I am not a patient person and there has been some fallout. I am not a good cook. I cook everything on high and I rush putting the meal together because I do not have patience. My children look at me sometimes like I am a raving lunatic…
I found one of my old journals last night. Below was my entry on January 6, 2005. I am thankful and more aware of just how blessed I am. I am thankful for: The early morning through my half open eyes when I get to sleep in A foot rub right in the arch of…
My washing machine broke. How can I be “From the Laundry Room” with a broken washing machine? It is a little over a year old and it is one of those High Efficiency Machines. I love it, when it works. It uses 65% less water which is great for me because I live in the…