Some Daze…

May 12, 2010

Some days, like today, I don’t know where to begin.

I’m not saying it’s a bad day, it’s just a bit of a jumble, where confusion reigns and I’m not sure what bit off the heaping plate I ought to dig into first.



November 11, 2009

Does it ever get any easier? Due to the multiple variables I could attach to that unsolved equation I’m not even going to bother posting them all. All I can say is there are days when I am so flipping over trying to make it happen I just want to open my mouth as wide as I can and scream.

For the record, I know… I know it gets better and this feeling will pass and I’ll have days that seem like a breeze.

But for now….


(Day 3) And Counting…

July 20, 2009

It’s day 3 of my 43 day salute (if you have no idea what I’m referring to click here) and I’m already having a tough time with the self portrait portion of my cutting edge idea. I’m feeling a bit self conscious I guess. When I had the idea to do this I knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but still…

Maybe this is a good time to ask myself why, 3 days into a project, I want to run away. I like the challenge but wonder if I’d see this through if I hadn’t I set forth the idea for eyes other than my own to see. Who knows?

Actually, the more I think of it the more sense this whole salute business makes. One of the reasons why I wanted to start this blog was to put myself out there (or here as the case may be) while adding a bit of pressure (others seeing what I put out there) to make it happen. My natural tendency is to give up as soon as I notice a bit of effort might be involved.

Well, not this time. I made the rules and I plan to stick with it. I’m going to hold my head up and move forward. Yikes…

This ought to be interesting. Only 40 more days to go.


July 8, 2009

Check out this little guy. I found him  sunning on my roof the other day. Real cute. When I walked into my room and looked out the window he had his head down like he was sleeping. Actually, at first I thought the worst… dead squirrel carcass on my rooftop. Not good. Eventually he saw me. We made eye contact and at one point I think he smiled.

Now…  this would all be swell, me making a new friend and all, if it weren’t for the fact that these adorable, furry creatures have basically turned my backyard into what looks like a tossed salad. A few hosta leaves here, the stem of an Astilbe plant there with a few shasta daisy heads tossed in as a garnish. My yard has a long way to go on its own without the neighborhood rodents burying holes in any exposed the soil. Shee-it even the unexposed area looks like the top of someone’s head (mine?) after unsuccessfully trying to pull all of their hair out. All that remains of the “lawn” are big clumps of thick wavy grass. A patchwork of what might have been. It’s hard to believe these cute little fellas (and to be fair the raccoons must take some of the blame) can wreak so much havoc and have the most soft spoken person cursing up a storm.

Anyway… What can I do? I did not step ouside all day yesterday and hope the few plants they haven’t touched are still standing. I made a huge dent in the cupboard/pantry reorganization project yesterday though but by about 5pm my eyes started twirling. Talk about squirrely. I think it’s time for me get some fresh air.