jesus take the… passenger seat

“Are you, by any chance, a psycho axe murderer who is attempting to abduct strangers into your vehicle/who is planning to slice my throat while I drive you to the next mutually-agreeable location?”

To This Day—Get a better mirror

If you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer
stare a little longer—because there’s something inside you
that made you keep trying,
despite everyone who told you to quit;
you built a cast around your broken heart
and signed it yourself
you signed it
“they were wrong”

little things

On days when my lens is zoomed out, looking forward to a future that is, often, blurry or that seems to hold a lot of Uppercase Responsibilities, I need only to turn around, focus it on the years of memories I have and remember what a delight life has been—sun or shadow, rain or rainbow, ice or snowflake.

but not in a weird way

Five-year-old James once got so angry with me that he declared that he was going to grow up, put me in a nursing home and never let me see my grandchildren.

the Big Event

Tomorrow, something is going to happen at my house. I’m not sure what that something is, exactly. I’ve heard a few rumours and some vague descriptions.
I know there were rumours of a Facebook Group. I heard about 25 confirmed guests and another 25+ on the “maybe” list. No one, I gather, said no.
I don’t recall saying “yes”.

what is this? some kind of basement time machine?

Where else can you go to play pingpong with Gandalf?
He’s always so cocky with his “you shall not pass”, and then I get all up in his grill, whip around with a spin so fast it causes him to stumble back like the lash of the Balrog and smash the ball past him and say “who’s passing NOW Biatch?

update THIS!

It’s Saturday. Coffee is flowing and bacon has been consumed. Everything necessary has been done, so I’m thinking of wandering the farm for a while this afternoon, or alternately, cozying up with a few books. What are you reading these …

every little thing

i don’t care who you are—when Bob Marley starts telling you not to worry, you just kind of don’t.

that’s not normal (volume 108)

so now we have a hedgehog.  her name is Marvin. she’s blind in one eye, which kind of creeps me out. i’m not sure what i was thinking when i opted for a hedgehog. maybe Sonic video games did it …

and then, 2013 showed up

so, i haven’t even left my bed yet today, though i’ve read the rest of a terribly overdone novel that i had started last week, and i’ve throughly scoured the internet. i looked at Pinterest and squinted at Facebook a …