Not only is it one million percent humidity, it's raining! ha! Puddles!!
It's exciting to watch from my office window as the leaves change color. For some reason I forgot they did that here. I remember them drying up brown and falling off the trees sometime in the spring almost before the new leaves came in but not quite.
I must admit that I'm somewhat dreading the bareness that comes with the absence of leaves. Not only do I hear every little sound in the entire neighborhood and beyond but I end up feeling much more exposed to the skies above, and thus, more vulnerable to attacks from the Mother Ship......
Hm.
11.15.2006
11.07.2006
Self-control
Hm. I thought I wanted to write a post....
But, really, no one's making me, so why should I?
ha!
But, really, no one's making me, so why should I?
ha!
11.05.2006
11.02.2006
Oh, the agony! Oh, the joy!
Cool weather turning to cold weather calls for warm drinks. They are the best way for people of smallish body mass such as myself to raise that core body temperature. And they're soothing to boot.
Sweet as I am, I can only take so much of an unsweetened beverage before I begin to turn bitter. I've tried, oh how I've tried to learn to go sweet-free, but I just can't face the face-twisting lack of sweetness any more!
Why must sweetness come at such a price? You know I speak of calories. Ah, calories, the little packets of energy that fuel our actions and our figures, shaping them to untold proportions.
Gasp! Enter Splenda! (Thanks, Aunt Melinda!) The day is saved! I'm stocking up tonight.
If you don't like Splenda, I pity you. Enjoy your hot beverages with caution and a good, long walk at the end of every day.
Sweet as I am, I can only take so much of an unsweetened beverage before I begin to turn bitter. I've tried, oh how I've tried to learn to go sweet-free, but I just can't face the face-twisting lack of sweetness any more!
Why must sweetness come at such a price? You know I speak of calories. Ah, calories, the little packets of energy that fuel our actions and our figures, shaping them to untold proportions.
Gasp! Enter Splenda! (Thanks, Aunt Melinda!) The day is saved! I'm stocking up tonight.
If you don't like Splenda, I pity you. Enjoy your hot beverages with caution and a good, long walk at the end of every day.
10.28.2006
time flies
Last post: September 27. A month and a day. And what a month and a day!
I think I've complained about time before on this blog (but I don't have the time to go back and see what I said), and I just want to complain some more.
Why is there always laundry to do? Why does the house keep getting dirty? Why do you look at a nice, clean sink one minutes, turn your back, and the look at it again to see it full of dishes? Come on, people! I really think I could spend all my time that I'm not at work cleaning or running errands or doing laundry or cooking.
Fellowship. Ah, the sweetness of that word. I find myself between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, I can make sure all these everyday, mundane tasks are completed AND fellowship, which leaves me with about 3 hours to sleep every night. On the other hand, I can ignore the mundane tasks until (say once a month) I have a few spare hours to complete as much as I am able.
Knowing that the first option leaves me dead in a few months, I've been opting for the second track.
Can I tell you how gross my house was? Maybe I won't. It's all clean now, praise God. My room? I almost couldn't get to my bed last night because of the build-up of clothes (I had to pull all my winter clothes out because it's that funny time of year when it's summer one day and winter the next). That hasn't happened to me in five years.
Okay, being able to talk about five years ago and have it still be within my adulthood is not happy. I am going to ignore my unironed clothes and fellowship.
I think I've complained about time before on this blog (but I don't have the time to go back and see what I said), and I just want to complain some more.
Why is there always laundry to do? Why does the house keep getting dirty? Why do you look at a nice, clean sink one minutes, turn your back, and the look at it again to see it full of dishes? Come on, people! I really think I could spend all my time that I'm not at work cleaning or running errands or doing laundry or cooking.
Fellowship. Ah, the sweetness of that word. I find myself between a rock and a hard place. On the one hand, I can make sure all these everyday, mundane tasks are completed AND fellowship, which leaves me with about 3 hours to sleep every night. On the other hand, I can ignore the mundane tasks until (say once a month) I have a few spare hours to complete as much as I am able.
Knowing that the first option leaves me dead in a few months, I've been opting for the second track.
Can I tell you how gross my house was? Maybe I won't. It's all clean now, praise God. My room? I almost couldn't get to my bed last night because of the build-up of clothes (I had to pull all my winter clothes out because it's that funny time of year when it's summer one day and winter the next). That hasn't happened to me in five years.
Okay, being able to talk about five years ago and have it still be within my adulthood is not happy. I am going to ignore my unironed clothes and fellowship.
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