There ain't no rust on the happiness bus! My Boo & I... (he's the one with the better eyebrows).
Make every day a cloud nine kinda day
Running is our love hobby! <3
I imagine life with you is like living in a vacuum cleaner that is always on.
loud, destructive, annoying….
Do you ever get one of those emails where you feel a little embarrassed (even though no one else is around) and you have to briefly tab away? I’m convinced someone else must secretly do this. Well, I got one of those emails today. From who? I’m so glad you asked! From the author of the Corrie-acclaimed book A Crooked Kind of Perfect, Linda Urban - herself! I had written her a note via her web site a few weeks ago on a whim! And she actually wrote me back personally! I’m going to treasure most of the things she wrote me all by my lonesome. But I’m going to show you the nice thing she said firstly because it proves that it was actually written to me personally. And secondly because I am freaking a little about packing. In case you hadn’t noticed! Ha.
Thank you for teaching music to kids. I think music
teachers save lives. I know so many kids for whom school was a trial, but who found their value in music. Please, keep up the good work.
She just totally made my day. What a rock star.
Now back to sampling Christmas cantatas, passionate p&w, and more jubilant Easter anthems than I care to hear on this side of Advent.
There’s not a one I would quibble about. I should probably make my own list. Word #1? “Prego” for “pregnant.” Do you have spaghetti sauce in your bellies, ladies?
If your answer is no, you should consider what you are doing. (via tightgrip)
I just happened to see this on the tumblr home page. I laughed. I just DID it for 16 weeks for free. Scratch that, I PAID to do it for 16 weeks. And I would do it again in a heartbeat. And that’s why I’m a better person than you. Except that I still hate babies!
If only I could write a decent Sunday puzzle, I could pay off 10% of my student loans! I’m convinced I could do it, with a little help from my friends!
Time to take my baby sisters to the American Girl party at the library. Oh joy.
Prompted by recent reading of the dynamite book, Eats, Shoots & Leaves.
This game was absolutely delightful. I’m sure its existence is the reason I will never be allowed to have children. I would force them to “play” it every day. Just try it. It’s fun!
It’s not always wrong to be a “single-issue” advocate.
Kudos to Mr.Belz for putting this into words. I enjoy politics but I generally am not informed enough to have an incredibly intelligent stance. So people put me in the “single-issue” box. But this article (and me) would contend that it’s not always wrong, and it shouldn’t be embarrassing.
Flirtation
I just got done painting the men’s bathroom at my church. That’s right. Flirtation blue. The whole time I was thinking about a few things:
- My favorite children’s book Oh Were They Ever Happy!
- Those advertisements on tv suggesting that you might be bipolar. You know the ones where the girl is freaking out and painting one of her walls red?
- How much work it was painting without Kristy. I’m not sure that I’ve actually painted something before. I generally am just the comic relief.
- How cliché it was to be painting a men’s bathroom blue. I think it’s obvious that I did not choose the color.
- How my feet are now Smurf feet.
I’m going to go back out tomorrow and remove the tape. I might have to take a picture. I’m quite proud of this- the first industrious thing I’ve done the entire summer!
Shoe designer and certified hottie, Jonathan Kelsey
I am just trying to picture this happening in Dubuque where the pick-up line I heard the most was some variation of,”You got a man?”
Apparently this gorgeous specimen of building materials is a library’s parking garage in Kansas City. I imagine it’s the main tourist attraction.
