I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
I’m a little sad tonight and I wasn’t able to write earlier, and I’m marathoning Doctor Who on Netflix. So to give us something to cheer up, I’m sharing this skit from Comic Relief between Catherine Tate and David Tennant:
“Bite me alien boi!”
I love these two together.
“Excuse me,” she said quietly, preparing to dart out the bookstore doorway. Instead, he held the door open for her. “After you,” he said cordially.
Today, I have been lucky enough to be a guest blogger on the Seeker’s Dungeon blog and a monthlong series the host is doing on, as the title promises, Walking With Intention.
“The concept of “intention” has never held very much meaning for me beyond a few experiences with Catholic volunteers. It was a nice, though abstract, concept. Living intentionally never became so important to me until I had a baby.”
Check out the rest, and tell me what you think!
*I assume.
Given the amount of drool, finger chewing, and tongue-running-over-gums I’m seeing, I can only surmise the Wee One is working on a new tooth. She didn’t really want to be put down yesterday, and I spent a lot of time wearing her and holding her close, during which time I could engage in a little mental exercise:
Continue reading “Ten Things Probably Less Painful Than Teething*”
If you were able to relive one day from the last 12 months, which day would it be — and why?
The day the Wee One was born was probably the biggest day of my life, but I don’t think that’s the day I would do over.
I’m not a fan of today. Today has been a little trying. Last night was the first night the Wee One spent in her crib and not with us. She didn’t sleep well, and then she didn’t nap well today. She’s also getting a new tooth, and so she’s been clingy and whiney all day.
If we were having coffee, I would be quietly sipping a ginger tea. You ask me about it, since I’m normally such an avid coffee drinker, and I’m quiet for a moment. I have trouble telling you the anxiety I’ve struggled with since college, which seems to have gotten worse since we moved. I have stomachaches almost every day, hence the ginger tea.
I’ve written about this before, wanting to slow down time. Like when I was pregnant, I had a great time, mostly, and I didn’t want it to end.
A friend of mine went to a 90’s party this past week. Get that? A 90’s party. Like we used to go to 60’s parties or 80’s parties. Dressing up like the “90’s” is a thing now.
Continue reading “The 90’s Called, and They Want Me To Come Back”
I’m phoning this one in
I hope it’s not a sin.
I’m feeling too sick and
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 