Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
If you thought that was a pun, guess what? You’re bang on! The gym I occasionally frequent (inching towards an oxymoron here folks) has mirrors all along one side of a wall and that really helps while you’re checking out your form or lack thereof. It frequently helps me bemoan the state my body’s in... Continue Reading →
My son's favored form of worship.
When one has a persisting case of this...the words are hard to come by.
TO just shocked me a few seconds ago when he found a bug crawling around in his room. He picked up my slipper (not his, mine) and said, "Say hello to my little friend!" and squished it into oblivion!! When did he see Scarface and how did he even know this quote?!!
Here it goes in no particular order: He calls you Bruh..mom and dad have left the building and Bruh reigns supreme.Angst is the name of the game.Being contrary is also the name of the game.Tantrums are usually lurking around the corner.Flashes of brilliance (I use the term loosely) can be expected.Hugs and kisses are still... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 