Category Archives: Crazy Me

Today I am trying not to worry too much over the government’s bad management of the coronavirus pandemic as I struggle with the near impossibility of meeting a work deadline due to my own poor time management.

Being a mom has eroded my procrastinating tendencies. I still look at unpleasant chores, such as the dishes, and say to myself, “I can’t handle this right now.” But then ten minutes later, the work is done. I’ve gotten so … Continue reading →

“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 →