Guess what, my dears? Today, I am teaching a blogging seminar. Yepsirree. (Butterflies ensue!) My faithful readers may be shocked to hear that I have anything at all to say
Guess what, my dears? Today, I am teaching a blogging seminar. Yepsirree. (Butterflies ensue!) My faithful readers may be shocked to hear that I have anything at all to say
Lately, I have: gotten in fights on Facebook eaten my weight in leftover Brownie Bites made homemade burgers that were downright scrumptious ridden on a duffy boat gone geocaching with
Hello, Internetz. Ok, since I know you’re all on the edge of your seats wondering how on my Earth my contagious self is faring, let me tell you a couple
December 6th’s Reverb prompt is: Make. What was the last thing you made? What materials did you use? Is there something you want to make, but you need to clear
I pride myself on being a Little Engine Who Could. I have a tendency to get so mad at obstacles that I bulldoze through them and find myself on the
Remember yesterday, when I feeling all pretty and happy and loved and caffienated? Yeah. Well, I guess I have those days to make up for days like today. The unicorns
So yesterday, I was working on Clark (my hard-working lappy) (his Hard Drive is the Fortress of Barnitude and the thumb drive is Sneaky Pete, for any of you Smallville
I don’t write very often about being angry, mostly because anger, unless you can make it somehow funny or self-deprecating. is not a very fun subject to record for Time
I feel like I’m fighting defeat. It’s oozing around my ankles, sickening me with a nasty black stench. It makes me want to run to high ground and give up
I’m flakey because I’m BUSY, OK?! Holy cow. So today I ran from Job #1 to home where I was attempting to work on Job #3 until I have to