Mother’s Day is a wonderful time to honor the mothers in our lives. It can also be a difficult time for motherless children of all ages or mothers who’ve lost or haven’t yet had a child. (Not a humor post.)
The weather was beautiful. I wish you were here.
When it came time to update my workout playlist, I put aside classic rock to become a Broadway star, with a little help from Cee Lo Green.
Maybe you’ve heard this, maybe you haven’t. Maybe you care, probably you don’t. I confess to knowing only as much as I’ve passively absorbed while attending to other things. That’s what makes it blog-worthy: my hobby is writing on topics about which I know very little.
What’s a girl to do when it snows a week before Easter?
Make a snowbunny, natch. . . .
In addition to starting a new blog, completing a couple of triathlons, touring with a Foreigner tribute band, and re-grouting my bathtub, I’ve joined Facebook.
Yes, yes, I know. After waxing philosophically about privacy concerns and other pitfalls, I finally caved. I’ve changed my status from “Conscientious Objector” to “I’m Here For The Kitten Videos.”
If the molecules of air would stop attacking my skin, I could finally get around to reading this. (Photo from Wikipedia)
Really, really sick.