Mom and Dad still ask for a Christmas list from Kelly and I (see, folks. It pays not to have kids, you never have to grow up!), and they gave us a deadline to submit eight items so I sent mine in today. See below. What’s on your Christmas list this year?
Read this book this year, and I loved it. I’m more selective about what books I ask for now since we have roughly four full bookshelves in our house, but this was one I’d love to reread again and again.
I read this book years ago, and it’s one of my favorites. I owned it, but I some how lost it along the way so I’m trying to get another copy.
I haven’t read this yet, but it’s been on my to read list for years. I love books about hedonism and decadence taken to an over the top lavish extreme. It’s kinda how I live.
My beautiful friend Nikki recently wore this, and I immediately had to know what she was wearing. This is a men’s cologne, but I think it’s very unisex. I never guessed she was wearing cologne. It smells sexy, and now, I have to have my own bottle!
I love Lush products, and I haven’t tried this yet, but I love spicy scents so I’m pretty sure I’ll love it. They haven’t disappointed me, yet!
I seriously thought this has been discontinued and was so glad to find out otherwise! I wore this for years in college. It will always be one of my favorites. It’s sexy and heavy on the vanilla which is one of my favorite scents in perfume.
7. Some kind of steam clean mop
Practical which I’m not usually into, but I want it.
Readers, I know Queenie McBear was supposed to be a bully in the Berenstain Bears, but I couldn’t help but admire her fashion style and sassy as hell attitude. She made an impact on me way more than Sister Bear ever did. I reread the story with Queenie hundreds of times. She had a 10 speed bike, taught everyone the latest dance moves, and had her ears pierced and wore hoop earrings. Sister had overalls, and that just wasn’t doing it for me.
This was a great weekend! I got to visit my Grandma Cash’s ranch for the first time in like 10 years which I’ve touched on before here and here. I’ll talk more about that in a post later this week. It was everything I’d remembered and even better. I wish I wouldn’t have stayed away that long, but it seemed so much more precious and rare to me now after such a long time away. So if I skip Saturday gab after the link, just know that’s coming soon! Continue reading Weekend Wrap Up
Just so you know, when I start these blogs, I always in my head imagine addressing you all in a radio voice. “Good afternoon, blog world. It’s Thursday again, and you know what that means,” and so on and so on. I always have to fight the urge to do that at work when I use the radio, too. Instead of saying, “Does anybody copy?” I always have to fight not to start my own little radio show right then and there. I don’t know what it is about the radio because I hate the sound of my own voice (especially on Snapchat), and I rarely have anything that interesting to say. I think I just like how radio voices always remind of summer. This week has been great, but I think that’s because I’m eagerly anticipating a three day weekend, too. So without further ado, here’s your top ten countdown of good things (say in radio voice. It’s not really a top ten. I don’t know how many it will be, I just was thinking in radio speak, again.)!
The local farmer’s market has reopened. We went recently and wandered around. They didn’t have all the veggies ready that I like just yet, but we did leave with two tomato plants. They also had greyhounds to pet which made me happy. Although I am elated to get a pug, I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for hounds. I love Greyhounds and Italian Greyhounds, but my favorite are Afghan Hounds. It’s just too much dog for our family, and in my experience, Italian Greyhounds are a little too skittish for our life with Fran and the other cats.
It’s Tuesday again, and I’m lamenting over how quickly the weekends fly by. We haven’t been up to much lately, and it’s been nice. Last Saturday, Kelly and I ran over to the nearby town of Paragould to check out a few flea markets. We didn’t have much success, but it was the perfect opportunity for him to stop off at a hole in the wall restaurant that he likes, Hamburger Station. He got his usual, ‘The Humburger” which is basically a huge burger piled with massive amounts of grilled onions. It smelled like White Castle the entire ride back in the car, but it’s a once in a blue moon treat so I didn’t grumble too much.
Hey, dudes. I have some upcoming posts about a recent weekend getaway to Oxford, Mississippi I’ve been working on, but until those are ready (because I’m the procrastinating sort), here’s an update of me just rambling! There are a lot of recent new things I’m digging. One of my student employees has fostered to many time sucking addictions in my life. I owe her for at least two of the items on my list below.
60 Days In–So this is one of those “why did I let my student convince me to get hooked on this show”? Kelly and I have breezed through all the episodes on the A&E app on our Apple TV, and now, we are watching it every Thursday. You can watch the episodes online here. It’s about a corrupt jail that comes up with this program that places seven civilians undercover in the jail to help determine how inmates are smuggling drugs in, etc. It didn’t sound like my bag, but the way my student kept talking about it, I caved and it’s as good as she promised. I can’t wait to watch tomorrow’s episode. Want to make this show even better? Watch the episode while scrolling through twitter #60DaysIn as people live tweet it. You will laugh so hard.
Miitomo–This is the other addiction the student started me on which is an app on my iPhone wherein you get to make a cute character and answer questions about yourself and learn things about your friends. You can dress them in different clothes, and the highlight of my week was when I bought little Cash Money (my Mii character) a cat suit. Dream come true! Yes, I’m an adult that still plays video games, but when you don’t have kids, you get to do that sort of thing. Children are entirely overrated. All the moneys and all the time=all mine!
Here’s something. I love good design, but sometimes websites (particularly blogs) with the pristine white design with soft photos wear me out. Everything looks a little too damn perfect, and these blogs make me feel so lacking. In truth, I have spent an embarrassing amount of time reading abandoned blogs from the early 2000s. It’s a little sad when I reach the end of them, and I wonder where the writer is now. I so prefer the fuzzy bits of cellphone photos before they were perfect, the honesty, and the way bloggers seemed so much more real then. Maybe it’s just me, but I really wish all blogs weren’t so uniform now.
I haven’t been updating here as much lately, but I’ve been spending a lot of time reading which I’ve missed. I’ve also spent a lot of time watching Frasier on Netflix so there you go. Those are my two biggest hobbies right now. I spend all day on a computer and the phone at work so the last things I’m sometimes interested in on the weekends is being connected. I do like to spend a lot of time reading, getting groceries, shopping, and napping. Continue reading Library Chic
“believe it or not, or believe it and pity me if you are young and swift, I still don’t know truly ‘what I want to be’…In that profuse upstairs delicatessen of mine I’m as open to every wild possibility as I was at 13…Thousands upon thousands of people who I believe are like me are those who have never found the professional skin to fit the riot in their souls. Many never will…This isn’t presumption so much as a voice of scars and stars talking. I’ve lived it and will probably go on living it until they take away my hotdog…But if you are a proud, searching ‘failure’ in this society and we can take ironic comfort in the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of us, then it is smart and honorable to know what you attempted and why you are now vulnerable to the body blows of those who once saw you robed in the glow of your vision and now only see an unmade bed and a few unwashed cups one the bare wooden table of a gray day.”
Oh, weekend of plenty! What I desperately needed before the normal routine at work resumed came just in time this weekend. Perhaps, it goes even deeper. Perhaps, it’s what I needed in life right at this moment. My words won’t adequately capture it all, but I’ll make a go of it for my own records anyway.
Saturday morning, and I’m waking up to my frolicsome silver cat snuggles and my bearded love wondering if I might make him breakfast. I adore weekend mornings: thick slices of quiet near the ones I care about the most. Here we are with messy hair, side by side at the table. Here we are with the kitties fighting or dozing nearby, depending on their moods. Sometimes I am screaming at the top of my lungs that they are “driving me crazy” as they hiss, fight, and run laps around the house. Other days, I am doting on them. I whisper as Francis dozes by my breakfast plate, “You are the most handsome cat to ever live. You are the most darling of them all.” He ignores me no matter whether I offer criticism or praise, and I love him for it. I make K.’s eggs first, and then for me, a baked egg in toast and a mug of coffee. Continue reading “Songs from the Edge of the World”
Two posts in one day? It’s unheard of, folks! Since I finished my Christmas posts, I wanted to do one of the updates that I missed the most—my Thankful Thursday posts (errrr…a day late)! I like these most because it allows for me to ramble as I used to in my dear old lj days (Livejournal for you young ones). This was my first week back at work, and the students aren’t back yet so I’m most thankful I’ve been able to slowly ease back into the 8 to 5 routine. I’m missing spending every day at home with the kitties, but until I win the Powerball, I can’t be a stay at home cat mom. Here’s what I’m thankful for this week.— Continue reading Belated Thankful Thursday from January 7th
“My grandfather had an eye for things that were beautiful, like a sunset, but he would explain it in mostly functional terms, not abstract aesthetic ones. He seemed to love the landscape around him with a passion, but his relationship with it was more like a long tough marriage than a fleeting holiday love affair. His work bound him to the land, regardless of weather or the seasons. When he observed something like a spring sunset, it carried the full meaning of someone who had earned the right to comment, having suffered six months of wind, snow, and rains to get to that point. He clearly thought such things beautiful, but that beauty was full of real functional implications–namely the end of winter or better weather to come.”