Monthly Archives: September 2012

Day 229 Some days are good. Some days are sucky. Some days are suckier than others. Yesterday was such a day. And for those of you who know me … I really hate that term. But sometimes it is the … Continue reading →

Day 228 Ever need a little lift of the spirit? Well, I certainly do. Life hasn’t been anything how I expected it to be these past 6+ years … and being one who is hesitant to change, who does not … Continue reading →

Day 227 Integrity … a concept of consistency of actions, values, and expectations. Honesty. Decency. Adherence to moral and ethical principles. Soundness of character. A zillion light years ago I found myself in a position where I let myself down … I … Continue reading →

Day 226 If I were a southern girl I’d say something like, “Well, shut my mouth.” or “Land sakes and mercy me.” … but I’m not. I hale from the midwest and have come full circle and for the life … Continue reading →

Day 225 Yesterday my mom came by after having her hair done. It looked really nice … and I was waiting for her urging to have something done with my hair … as it is certainly in need of SOMETHING. … Continue reading →

Day 224 I was lying on my patio chaise tonight inaugurating my fire pit. It was the perfect night to do so … a tad chilly, no breeze, acorns dropping around me … and as I was lying there the fragrance … Continue reading →

Day 223 It is a beautiful morning here … to be hot later (88 or so) but for now it is scrumptuous; if a day can be called that, it is. I laugh at my animals … they are the … Continue reading →

Day 222 It was a cold and rainy night … the stars were well hidden behind the scuttling clouds and the moon was black … The howl of the lone wolf rode on the wind through the branches of the old … Continue reading →

Day 221 Funerals. I am not a funeral gal. Never have been and as far as I can guess … never will be. I do like the “closure” they afford people. But that aside, I’m not a huge fan. And … Continue reading →

Day 220 A few years back, sometime after Tim died, I decided that I was going to live in Paris for a few months. I prepared by taking a French class … where, sadly, the only thing I truly remember is … Continue reading →