Category Archives: Crazy Me

“Orson Scoot Card” is a cute typo. I found it on one of my own blog pages. Why can’t all my mistakes be so cute? If they were, maybe I wouldn’t mind them so much.

I’m beginning to think that there are four sizes of bra: the size you need, the size you think you are, the size that is too big, and the size that is too small. No matter what size I think … Continue reading →

I paid it forward to my Future Self by putting into the Advent Calendar box all of the extra tickets from this year, plus a revamped list of ideas for future tickets, crafts, and activities. I also bought some craft … Continue reading →

Have you heard the old joke about the idealistic teenager who tells his mother that he wants to clean up the world and she replies, “Good! You can start with your room!”? I’ve heard countless variations on the joke over … Continue reading →

Sometimes I see, hear, or read things that cause a strange sensation in my brain. It’s like an itch, or a prickle, a premonition, a flutter. I often think of it as a “nibble,” like a fish rising to take … Continue reading →

I am trying to remember today that most of my holiday stress is self-imposed. I have a lot to do, and it’s probably more than I can realistically accomplish. So I am dividing my to-do list into three parts: Must … Continue reading →

Last night I looked out upon the world and decided that the weather wasn’t bad enough for a school cancellation in the morning, so I went to sleep expecting to wake up at the usual time. I did not bring … Continue reading →

Now that my bedroom is fully furnished, it’s become my little den of peace. I am adamant about keeping it that way. In the morning I open up the shades and the drapes to let the sunshine in. At night … Continue reading →