Cohiba had knee surgery almost two weeks ago. (He messed up some ligaments working a Jiu Jitsu move he doesn’t normally do.) He was instructed to fast starting midnight the night before, but his surgery wasn’t scheduled until 2 PM the next day. So he was really really hunger, and bordering on hangry, which is normally me.
I told him I was gonna pick up some coffee right after I dropped him off and he was like, “Gah! Don’t tell me that!”
Continue reading ““I’m Going To Go Get… Nothing.””
Can home be multiple places? I think it must be possible. Because this past weekend, I went home again. Back to Seattle.
Continue reading “That Time I Went Home Again”
If we were having coffee, I would finally be able to tell you the awesome thing I’m doing for my 40th birthday: going back to Seattle!
Continue reading “Weekend Coffee Share #53”
When I came out of the coma, I had trouble using the restroom. I could feel I had to go, I just couldn’t. My doctor had ordered some kind of test to see where the problem was but, fortunately, I never had to get it. I peed the night before, and there was much rejoicing.
Continue reading “C’mon Eagle. Land Already.”
Every year, I set a certain number of “challenges,” or projects to accomplish. As the year goes on, I update how I’m going on the challenges, and write about a couple of them. I would love for you to join me! I could only come up with 10 for this year, though I might add some as the year progresses.
Continue reading “11/12 Challenge of 2018”
For the past several days, a Seattle friend of mine has been posting pics of this guy walking down the street carrying a log. (Not a euphemism; a real log.)
We couldn’t decide if he was building a log cabin, or practicing for a caber toss, or helping elementary kids learn the letter L. She saw him for the third time today, only this time he had a friend, also carrying a log, when was walking a dog. ( Also not a euphemism.)
Continue reading “When You Can’t Afford A Gym”
I am about to be 40 and, I’ll admit, I’m going into it with a little more anxiety than I hoped I would.
Continue reading “Thoughts While My Toddler Is Sitting On Me*”