I'm too tired to formulate a paragraph. Instead, I'll ramble off some random thoughts that don't necessarily warrant a full post but have been occupying note space on my iPod.
My husband's man crush is Taylor Lautner because he is built like a brick shit house.
Is revealing I've had a UTI, TMI? It was a while ago and it was my first. I pray it was my last.
I said hello to someone I hate this week. My heart grew three sizes that day.
I am in awe of those that can hear a song on the radio and then play it on the guitar, piano or the like.
There is a road in Virginia named Witchduck Road. It's former name was Witchdunk Road because it lead to the ocean where they would, duh, dunk witches.
I love my husband most when he giggles at his own jokes.
What is your time worth? I know mine's worth more then it's being paid for.
I love reading most about other cultures, usually those furthest from my own.
The fireplace we just had redone isn't working. The dogs are protesting more then we are.
If I listen to a song loud enough, it can transport me. Momma said it can take me anywhere. It can be my magic song.
A good character building challenge is visiting and morphing into someone else's home, lifestyle and way of doing things. It makes you appreciate home.
Shawn and I saw Toy Story 3 at the theatre. No, we didn't bring any kids.
I drive Dad's old Cav to work every day. Every time I shift, I can feel his hand.
My Mom has finished radiation and is cancer free. Fuck cancer.
The only thing I want for Christmas is the complete Cosby Show DVD series.
Hangnails on the outsides of both big toes in yoga is like trying to play tennis without a racket.
A book I read referenced a sitting up soul. What do you think that means.
I like beer. It makes me a jolly good fellow.
I like when you comment on my blog.
I'd like it if you'd follow my blog.
I'd like to go to bed.