I’ve never been a good one for “being at rest,” but lately, things have been a bit out of control. My muscles will scream in soreness from me pushing them during workouts — yet, if I have an hour to myself? I feel the need to run. Or ride my bike. Or something active. Normally,… Continue reading Where random wins the day
Category: Stream of Consciousness
Where I reflect on life and death and living
As a general rule, I take every Friday the 13th off as a personal day. When I first started these “holidays,” the hope was to sit in bed, drink myself silly during the day, and watch a marathon of the titallitating adventures of Jason Vorhees and/or Jason’s Mom and their implementation of creative (though controversial)… Continue reading Where I reflect on life and death and living
Where I let the random fly on the Friday before a long weekend
A few days ago, a trickle of water hit my head at my desk . . . I inquired about who to go to, because, well, it wasn’t raining, and I don’t work on the top floor of my building, and, you know, water dripping onto your head is not within the realm of “expected”… Continue reading Where I let the random fly on the Friday before a long weekend
Where I contemplate malaise
Really, I don’t know what this is. Maybe it’s just being tired of the weather. Maybe it’s my worried lack of sleep rebounding upon itself causing more worry (and therefore less sleep). Maybe it’s the exercise I’m doing keeping me so sore that my mood has adjusted accordingly. Maybe it’s my refusal to ever admit… Continue reading Where I contemplate malaise
Where I describe a truly absurd dream
Dreams are a bit like a meal . . . as soon as it’s done, the memory starts to fade. If you have a truly outrageous one, however, even if the precise details of it might leave your memory banks, you’ll still remember the basic facts. And this one — well, this one was odd,… Continue reading Where I describe a truly absurd dream
Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Just yesterday, I was thinking “I really should figure out how I can ensure that I’m posting here, at least once or twice a week.” The problem? Finding something that’s post-worthy, that I want to write about, when I have time to write about it. Just as I finished said thought, though, one of my… Continue reading Where I accept High Heels & Training Wheel’s Challenge
Where I dust off the blogging cobwebs with bullet points
At one time, I thought I was busy — then I became a parent. However, over the busiest weekend I ever remember having, I barely saw my own kids. Friday, I worked & played a show. Saturday, I woke, ran a Zombie 5k, played an alumni concert with my college jazz band, played a show,… Continue reading Where I dust off the blogging cobwebs with bullet points
Where I miss my blogging
So, I miss things around here. Blogging is far more than an electronic journal for me – it’s a community. I post, but I also read – and with that reading, I comment, and I start up conversations, and that gives me more ideas for what to post. When blogging is at its best, it’s… Continue reading Where I miss my blogging
Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points
I’m in a funk — I don’t know why I’m in a funk, but I am . . . and writing, well, it becomes a chore when I’m in a funk. So today, you get bullet points from my draft folder. The new Yahoo! CEO put the kibosh on working from home. For an internet… Continue reading Where I try to get through a funk with bullet points
Where I let the random fly
I ate like crap over the weekend. Between friends coming over, and the Super Bowl, and it being February1, I splurged. A lot. So, I’m declaring the scale my mortal enemy. I can’t believe there used to be a time that I was really worried about CJ’s speech. While CJ started walking very early, he… Continue reading Where I let the random fly