My Orega-do
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Actually , I think I look more like Gilly. Oh, well. “Sorry :)”
Space filling is what my sister used to call the times my brother and I were little and would act extra silly and ramble on about things (“wouldn’t it be…
I have been a stay at home mom for 17 years now but lately I have been conflicted about it. I wonder if it’s about time to start working to…
Since I’ve been waxing lyrical about podcasters I enjoy, I must mention one of my favorites- Libby of Truly Myrtle. This is her pattern, Settler Shawl, that I’m working on…
That’s the name my son gave those times when we just lay around and read or do nothing together, piled on the couch, our bed, or in hammocks. (365 Day…
Right now my garden is a “watched pot.” I hover and find yet more bee balm sprouting up here and there. Bee balm is a big mistake in a small…
I knew I would be taking part in the Summer Sweater KAL, that’s a given. But when I heard Brooklyn Knitfolk’s Jaclyn talk about how over “fade” projects she is and…
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Must be something in the air. I'm uber grouchy lately too. I really do think I'm just ready for summer. Down to with getting off to school(s)…up with lazy mornings before heading to the pool!!
Is it wrong that I laughed at your list of annoyances? Not at you, the humor, girl! You are a funny lady.
What is it with the neighbor kids screaming outside my window and playing shootout in my driveway? They have their own driveway! Chased them off just last night. Again. Must be universal.
Don't even get me started on FB. Grrrr…always the same handful of people posting the same boring minutiae. There's the chronic complainer, the one who "Checks in" every hour, the bragger, the farmers, etc. Much prefer Twitter. Concise and to the point.
Clever and cute photos. Love your orega-fro. That made me smile. Hope your Friday and weekend is enjoyable.
Okay! So, it's not just me. You know, I think I was worse as a kid. I was like a crotchety old grandma stalking down the halls of my highschool. Guess it's just a phase- reaction to a too busy week.