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.
Somewhere in a law school classroom, a lovely young woman with a funky, contemporary fashion sense shifts uncomfortably in her seat, unaware of the drama that is unfolding . . . and refolding . . . and unfolding again some thirty miles away. She is not aware of any cause for concern, yet there is this slightly nagging sense that the delicate balance of the universe has been set askew.
It’s a beautiful Sunday and I’m just catching up on reading this week’s newspapers. Apparently, a locally produced video, showing scenes from one of the most notable places in town, went viral this week. I can see why. And, it worked. Navy beat VMI, 41-3.
The semi-regular Dear Guest Blogger returns with the highly coveted advice of Peg from Peg-o-Leg.
It may seem a bit insensitive to be declaring my new love so openly. I realize it hasn’t been long since I made the break from that unhealthy relationship, and so publicly at that.
I can’t help it. You know how it is when you’re basking in the glow of newfound love. You just want the world to know.
To you it may be just a paper clip. To me, it’s a serendipitous emblem of hope, a curious mix of mystery and possibility.