"Beep, beep, beep, beep..." shrieks my alarm clock. Why? (Beep!) Where did the time go? (Beep, beep!) Didn't my head just hit the pillow a blink ago? (Beep, beep, beep!) Why must you beep so much? Ugh, it's time to hit the snooze button. What? It's certainly not time to get up. I reach for … Continue reading Beep. Beep. Beep.
We celebrated my fiance's 33rd birthday this past weekend. Before cutting the cake my future mother-in-law asks me, "How old will you be in May, Mar?" "I'll be 29." I respond. She stares at me for a moment. "Really, 29? Or..." I stare back, genuinely confused for a moment. She finally asks, "Is this your … Continue reading My 1st 29th Birthday
When I'm feeling down I keep a few funny moments in my brain on reserve. Funny moments from the past that make me crack a smile no matter how down I'm feeling. For example, there's the time my brother told my niece, his daughter, to go take a poop, because she was passing gas at … Continue reading They still ate their sandwiches.
Every morning, on my way to work, I say a prayer. It's not a proper prayer. My hands aren't folded, and I'm not kneeling at a pew or my bedside. I'm driving, so my eyes are open. (I mean, I believe in guardian angles, but that's just asking for trouble.) Still, it's a prayer. I … Continue reading I know she’s awesome, but please don’t take her yet…
"WE'RE RUNNIN' WITH THE SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT, SO BABY TAKE MY HAND IT'll be all..." Red light. Act normal. Play with the radio. Ooo! Waiting... Green light! "MAMA, OOOH, DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE YOU CRY, IF I'M NOT BACK AGAIN THIS TIME TOMORROW, CARRY ON, CARRY ON, AS IF NOTHING REALLY MATTERS.. TOO LATE... … Continue reading Green light!
I have two furry children. Both are orange tabbies. Both were strays, and, oddly enough, both have the same estimated birthday of August 28th... just 13 years apart. Ferris is thirteen, and Whiskey is a whopping six months old. I love my cats. I might love them more than normal people love their cats, but … Continue reading Apparently I need a beard…
Click, grab, pull. Click, grab, pull. Click, grab, pull. Shake it out. Click, grab, pull. Click, grab, pull. Click, grab, pull. Shake it out. Repeat. Does anyone else despise pulling staples out of bulletin boards as much as me? When you think of things you dislike, pulling staples out of bulletin boards might not immediately … Continue reading Next Time I’m Using Tape