Why is the show called "Without a Trace?" Wouldn't that just be a show about people who are eternally lost? I mean, the first clue you find... is essentially a "trace" soooo, your not "without." Some quality forethought was put into that one. Too bad I don't have the balls to be a detective in real life. I'm addicted to these freakin shows!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Origin of Mimosa
A teething toddler sits at my table. Woke up all to early this morning due to daddy's non-graceful clunking around, getting ready for work. There's milk on the floor and peaches in hair, snot on the face and no doggies to clean up the mountain of crushed food on the floor that resembles something I've seen often after getting off a too fast carnival ride. What exactly is it that makes wiping her hands off a prerequisite for digging right back into the slimy leftovers she denied only seconds ago?
It's 9:34 but as wise ones have said before, "It's noon somewhere" and I'm sure their are moms elsewhere silently saying how much easier it would be to greet the days chores if a mimosa was in the opposite hand of the windex. My normally witty mind has given way to this...this...daily routine that feels more like prep to be an entertainer in the circus. Being a parent may be one of the hardest jobs you could ever do. Holding on to your own sanity could provide a very close runner up.
It's 9:34 but as wise ones have said before, "It's noon somewhere" and I'm sure their are moms elsewhere silently saying how much easier it would be to greet the days chores if a mimosa was in the opposite hand of the windex. My normally witty mind has given way to this...this...daily routine that feels more like prep to be an entertainer in the circus. Being a parent may be one of the hardest jobs you could ever do. Holding on to your own sanity could provide a very close runner up.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Down A Yellow Brick Road To Neverland
Hello friends,
It's 10ish on a Sunday night. I'm missing my blog but still feeling uninspired. Where oh where did my creativity go?? That sought after witty thought of mine seems to be lost, on a long overdue vacation, I'm hoping at least so I can live vicariously that way.
If only there were a creativity Buddha, God or higher power to scramble my brain back into it's funk. Where is Bob Ross when you need him?
I never was a fan of Peter Pan or Wizard of Oz when I was a kid but it's times like these I wish I could pop into a childlike moralistic storyline to give me some perspective and imagination.
It's 10ish on a Sunday night. I'm missing my blog but still feeling uninspired. Where oh where did my creativity go?? That sought after witty thought of mine seems to be lost, on a long overdue vacation, I'm hoping at least so I can live vicariously that way.
If only there were a creativity Buddha, God or higher power to scramble my brain back into it's funk. Where is Bob Ross when you need him?
I never was a fan of Peter Pan or Wizard of Oz when I was a kid but it's times like these I wish I could pop into a childlike moralistic storyline to give me some perspective and imagination.
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