Baby Sloth Bath Time
When life brings you down, watch videos of baby sloths. When life brings you up…watch more videos of baby sloths. Seriously.
When life brings you down, watch videos of baby sloths. When life brings you up…watch more videos of baby sloths. Seriously.
Take pictures of yourself talking in to a banana phone (while trying to entertain babies in your living room and working). Post them on your blog. This exercise will help you successfully put off email and report updates, as well as wake/funeral preparation for at least 10 more minutes.
Here is a moment captured from this afternoon…enjoying my first Yuengling at Red Robin. It was as lovely as everyone says, and I certainly do understand the appeal. I made sure my trendy iPhone loving brother-in-law snapped a picture so I’d have some material for Sunday night blogging. One day, I’ll be so popular and [...]
Everything seems to be breaking. Breaking, flickering. Breaking. Flickering. Outright revolting. Right now, I’d prefer to be doing other things. Like…playing croquet?
Peanut butter sandwich? Anyone? Anyone? Tuesdays are strange. Babies are screaming. I’d kill for a bubble bath!
The clock tells me it’s 7:56PM. Babies are sleeping, dishes are washed, somehow [again, like magic] I’ve pulled off a miracle whirlwind of feeding, bathing, cleaning and coddling. All in only an hour and a half. Time and I have always maintained a strange relationship. Obsessed. Beat the clock. Beat the clock. Beat yourself. Set [...]
My first bedroom had blue/green carpet, yellow walls, and clown decor. I remember only three specific images from this room in my first house on Saratoga. One pillowcase (It had a big droopy dog on the front). One plastic clown lamp next to my bed. And one 10 gallon fish tank. Also from this time [...]
I took the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator personality test when I was 14. The results were clear. No question whatsoever…not even on the edge. I was a rotten, moody and uncontrollably impassioned INFP. Only 1-5% of the population are INFPs. It is no wonder I often feel lonely in my quirks. 11 years later, the type [...]