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Category Archives: Crazy Me
New Year’s Thoughts
I don’t usually make New Year’s resolutions. I’m old enough to know what kind of person I am. I might wish to change certain things about myself, but I know I probably won’t. I’m OK with that. But I do … Continue reading
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Hoping for a Better Mood
I have, on any given day, about 12 drafts waiting to be finished and posted on my blog. The number only goes down significantly when I’ve been on a huge posting binge. It only goes up significantly when I’ve been … Continue reading
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Mental Radio Plays Oldies
My mental radio is always on. Usually it plays songs that I’ve heard recently. So these days I should be hearing selections from the latest Coldplay and Elbow albums, plus occasional snippets of songs from the kids’ TV shows. And … Continue reading
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Mojo Doodle
I can’t seem to help doodling. Sometimes the doodles even turn into drawings of recognizable things. This doodle turned into my cat, Mojo. I found it in an old notebook.
Three Small Goals: Part I
I used to tell people that I was afraid of heights, and I believed it to be true. I don’t like to fall, and I don’t like pain, and I’m almost certain that I would not like death. So naturally … Continue reading
Easy as Pie, With a Few Screw-Ups Along the Way
Yesterday I was sad to find that I had some expired vanilla yogurt in the refrigerator. Expired yogurt always makes me unhappy. I know that there’s not a magical dairy fairy who destroys the yogurt the moment it hits its … Continue reading
Our Little Crazy Secret
Recently there was a run of articles and blog posts about how talking to yourself can be a good thing. Here is one for your perusal. I’m surprised that this is news for anyone. I often talk to myself as … Continue reading
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Crowded
I hate it when this happens. I have all sorts of little thoughts, and a few big thoughts, and perhaps even some medium thoughts all clamoring around in my head. It’s getting crowded in there, and yet none of them … Continue reading
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One, Two, Spiders Coming for You
My version of a classic nursery rhyme: One, two, Spiders coming for you! Three, four, Weevils at the door! Five, six, Gonna pick up ticks! Seven, eight, You’re mosquito bait! Nine, ten, Swarming ants again!
This Morning’s Thoughts
I hate ticks. I really hate ticks. I’m amazed we manage to get Marshall to the school bus every morning given how slow both my husband and I are to get out of bed, how slow the kids are to … Continue reading