{tree in our yard}
There are several reasons why I enjoy the art of writing.
It matters not my content; words out serve me in the most medicinal way.
They seem to cleanse me. Better yet, they provide my heart with a clearer circulation.
Upon starting this blog, I wrestled with what exactly people would want to read.
For I realize that blog hopping and blog reading can occupy many precious minutes of one's day.
I find myself grappling with the subject line more than often these days.
Simply put, that's annoying to me.
As in, I get on my own nerves.
Do you ever get on your own nerves?
I'm there.
So, for today, I feel the urge to be scattered in topic.
Kinda like the snow on the above tree.
Each branch laden with icy crystals.
Every snowflake diverse in form.
I give you my icy crystal branches:
- My hair is dirty. Dirty and long. I need to wash it, but anyone with long hair knows washing takes a little more work.
- I loathe getting the hair out of the drain once that washing is complete....eeeeewww.
- I have begun a weekly cleaning regimine for the home. I complete 1 big chore a day in hopes of not being overwhelmed with a filthy home. So far, so good.
- I am slowly coming around to the fact that I have an addiction to my cheese grader. I can eat an entire block of cheese in like 2 days. The grading is somehow theraputic to me, and well, the cheese is just yummy to my tummy.
- I just cleaned out mine and the boys' closets. 97% of the contents of our closets come from my Goodwill 1/2 off weekend excursions. For those of you not in-the-know, please see this post for quite possibly the best adventure of your life.
- I'm a little over dramatic at times. {You want proof? The last sentence in the above bullet. Although my heart feels deep down that it IS one of the best adventures in my life}
- Installing grommets in my handbags requires some rigorous manual labor. {No, I'm not being dramatic on this one.} Cutting and hammering along with some good ole muscle power is needed.
- Yesterday, I hammered my right index finger upon intstalling the last grommet in a bag.
- The finger is black, blue, and swollen. Nice.
- I have a super fun weekend ahead, and am struggling with just exactly what to wear. Anyone else do this?
- I run really fast on a treadmill. I mean really fast.
- I am notsomuch coordinated when running on a treadmill.
- I have fallen twice, gotten tangled in my earplugs connected to the TV, and twisted my ankle.
- Perhaps the open road is just meant for me and my running.
- I am in love with this coffee. Infatuated even.
- I have a theory on touch cell phones. I truly feel that the angle for opening and manipulating the phone is biased to the right hander. I CANNOT open or use my phone key pad with my left hand. I have to use my right. Does any other southpaw out there feel this way?
- I have 2 new bag designs in the works. I am dying to get time in my schedule to do a 2nd test run to work some more of the kinks out as well as carry them for my 6 month trial perioid.
- I never thought in a million years that I would have a Superhero calendar hanging in my home, and that I would be okay with it. I do, and crazy enough, I am.
- I have a new face washer I got from my Dad and Janie for Christmas. I am seriously in love with it. I plan to do a post JUST about this tool and what it means to me one day soon.
- Why do I wrestle with the skinny jean look with flats? I'm 5'9" for goodness sakes. I can swing it. Not that shorter people can't, but why do I feel it looks super cute on others and notsomuch me?
- I think my nose is growing. Like for realz. I never realized it was that "established" on my face.
- I cannot for the life of me grow pansies. They NEVER work for me. This is my last year to plant them. I mean it this time.
- Blushing Nude by Clinique is a lipstick I am really digging right now.
- Casey really is Kenny's carbon copy.
- I am putting red lights on our backporch for festive Valentine's Day decor throughout the month of February. I am pretty jazzed about this.
- I want to try to make sourdough bread from scratch. Checking around for starter recipes.
- There are some really fun fabric collections on the k.Mac website...one of my favorites...."Dance with Me, Mama"---go check it out here.
Ah, rapid fire free bulleting feels good on a Wednesday morning.
I think I just shook my branches bare.
.mac :)
9 comments:
What a FUN read this was! You are not the only one who has fallen on the treadmill...I can't tell you the times I've gone SPLAT!
way to shake those branches...the running oh the running. how i wish I could love and do running like that. I prefer a leisurely stroll or bending upside down in a downward dog...easy stuff.
love the list and learning more about you!
Keep posting whatever you feel girl.We will roll with you!!! Love the random facts...and I am diggin the red light for V-Day!!
Meghan, this post shows the reasons I love you!! It has put a smile on my face today. Thank you!OH, and just so your not thrown for a loop later today, or even tomorrow when you get up, today would be rapid fire 'Thursday'.
;-)))
Dang it, KP!
I didn't even realize it!
And I even keep B on Thursdays!
Whoa.
.mac :)
I have just started the weekly cleaning regimen at my house! I think it is helping me get through the cleaning without feeling instantly overwhelmed and stressed! With two little ones that can happen easily! Love this post! Thanks so much for entering the giveaway for my etsy shop RosiePosieDesigns on April's blog!!!
love it too, randomness is sometimes the best way to get it all out
I've been doing some "shaking" of my own (as you can read in my last post). Your post reminded me of that anti-bullying campaign that asks, "If you really knew me, you'd know..." Gotta love it!!!
I love the idea of staggering the ”big chores” of the house. Great idea! On the pansies...you are in a southern climate, yes? (well more Southern than MI anyway...) Pansies love, love, love cold weather. Soooo not your fault. :) It is one of the few flowers you can see blooming in MI in the late, colder part of fall and even early winter here in MI.
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