28 February 2015
27 February 2015
My timing is off tonight. I realized that I hadn't written what I had intended and now it's almost midnight. So... Here's the deal. Tomorrow, I will write something that will require twice the effort. And tonight, I will just say that I am missing my Texas peeps more than usual. I'm not sure if it is because y'all got to play in the snow or if it has just been too long since I've visited; either way, know that you are loved.
26 February 2015
What I am not okay with is forgetting that a Groupon is expiring. Bloody hell. I had every intention of ordering this wooden photograph puzzle with a picture of me and little buddy. I was going to give it to him for St Patrick's Day. Now if I want the puzzle, I have to pay full price. Sure, I can use the amount I paid for the Groupon towards the puzzle -- but, then I am paying full price PLUS shipping. If I wanted to pay full price and shipping, I would not have purchased the damn Groupon. I don't know how this happens. I look at the dates, I tell myself I have a deadline, and still, I end up doing them at the last minute OR missing them by a day.
From this moment forward, I vow to not allow another Groupon to expire unused. The next one expires on March 18, 2015. That gives me twenty days to . . . attend 10 classes. Looks like someone is starting Yoga on Saturday!
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I thought it would help me relax.
25 February 2015
My humidifier is running on high, so no chapped lips in the morning --which makes me very happy . . . . even if there will be snow on the ground. This whole winter thing is getting out of hand. Though they say "If March comes in like a lion, it leaves like a lamb." I could use a little lamb-like Spring.
I am looking forward to Thursday and all the fun and excitement of an icy drive into work. It is a good thing I leave so early in the morning - fewer cars to avoid. With that thought in mind, I am logging off and shutting down for the night.
Be excellent to one another . . . and party on, dudes!
24 February 2015
And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. - Genesis 2:3 KJVEven religion recognizes the need for rest. Think back to the night I asked you what price you would pay for a good night's sleep. Did an answer even cross your mind before you closed your eyes and drifted to sleep? Probably not; it was a rhetorical question.
I painted my nails twice tonight. The first time,I didn't wait long enough between coats. Removed the polish and tried again. The second time, I had to corral an unruly pup when I was in the middle of a second coat. Removed the polish and did not try again. Tonight is my last night of dog sitting - so instead of worrying about my nails, I decided to give in to the chaos.
It was the right decision. I now have three dogs that are sleeping soundly and one that is almost ready to hunker down for the night. Even Princess Grace is ready for sleepy time.
Good night, moon.
23 February 2015
22 February 2015
I love watching the Academy Awards. It is the only Award show that I believe deserves a party. Luckily for me, I have a friend that not only shares my love for the Oscars, but is willing to throw a party to watch the incredibly long live production. As with most themed parties, this one encourages a costume; think 2014-ish movie inspiration or character.
My date, Mr. Renaissance, was willing to play along. He was an incredibly realistic Nick Dunne from Gone Girl; while I attempted to resemble Det. Rhonda Boney of the same film. We didn't win best costumes, but we definitely get A+ for effort. Yay for participation and enthusiasm!!
Unfortunately, my laptop is about to die, and I am awake well past my bedtime. I promise to write something better tomorrow. Until then, be well.
21 February 2015
20 February 2015
I want to write more . . . but, I cannot. My bedtime tonight is 00:00 and I am cutting it close.
Let me leave you with a question to ponder:
What price would you be willing to pay for a good night's sleep? I know my answer; it is more than I had ever imagined.
Sweet dreams!! More tomorrow.
19 February 2015
18 February 2015
There are five minutes between now and the beginning of my bedtime ritual. That means five minutes to think and ponder and write whatever comes to my mind before I become a slave to my sleep. I have spent decades wondering why sleep evaded me when I desperately needed it . . . only to envelop me when I wanted to stay awake for more important ventures. Not anymore.
Now, I have a regular sleep schedule; it runs with the precision of a British bank in Edwardian England. I will tell you all about it tomorrow. Cross my heart; not a pie crust promise.