New Year’s Eve, 2016. I’m feeling a mixture of Thank-freaking-god and Wait-I’m-not-ready! right now. So anyway. January (started in December) reflections: 4-What is my best memory of 2016…my best memory…you know what? For such a crap year, I actually have quite a few lovely memories. In April, my mom and stepfather took Miss M and… Continue reading more january journal, new years eve wish.
I saw something on Pinterest about keeping a 5 year journal. You get a notebook or index cards, make a page or card for each month of the year for 5 years. Then each day of that month, in that year, you write one line in response to a question or a goal. I can… Continue reading one year journal.
(Wow…sorry about the formatting, you guys. I’ve tried to fix it and can’t. It’s almost 2 AM and I gotta go, or I’ll be another vegetable on the sofa tomorrow.) This writing is serious, and quite dramatic. It’s also in two parts. The first part is sort of lingering anger at some of… Continue reading the softness of snow.
Everyone’s talking about it, so why not: Can I tell you how hard Carrie Fisher’s death hit me? Real hard. Worse than Bowie’s. Worse than lovely Alan Rickman’s. Worse than funny Victoria Wood. Worse than Muhammad Ali’s. Worse than Zsa Zsa Gabor’s. Worse than Gene Wilder’s. Worse than John Glenn’s. Worse than Patty Duke’s. Worse… Continue reading bye 2016 (you bastard).
Oh hai, Reader(s). Here I ammmmm!! I’ve been having a holiday season. Trying to stay afloat at work, trying not to overspend myself into the poor house (I have one foot in, one foot out right now), and just generally breathing in with the good/out with the bad. Let’s talk about just the GOOD right… Continue reading holiday reflection things.
It’s been a long, cold, rainy day. I have a crap ton of laundry to fold and put away, my apartment feels like it needs another deep cleaning, I’ve got lesson plans to do, I’ve way over spent on Christmas gifts, and all I want to do is fold laundry and watch a show called… Continue reading all i want for christmas.
I’m so sad 1970s movie Jesus’ blue eyes staring at them calmly yet piercingly aren’t going to be the first thing a visitor sees when they come here to the home page now. I literally could stare at Robert Powell’s 1970s Jesus eyes for days on end. I like blue eyes THAT much. So I’m… Continue reading wish list.