Shakin' It All Off.

{tree in our yard}

There are several reasons why I enjoy the art of writing.

It matters not my content; words out serve me in the most medicinal way.
They seem to cleanse me.  Better yet,  they provide my heart with a clearer circulation.

Upon starting this blog, I wrestled with what exactly people would want to read.

For I realize that blog hopping and blog reading can occupy many precious minutes of one's day.

I find myself grappling with the subject line more than often these days.

Simply put, that's annoying to me.

As in, I get on my own nerves.

Do you ever get on your own nerves?

I'm there.

So, for today, I feel the urge to be scattered in topic.
Kinda like the snow on the above tree.
Each branch laden with icy crystals.
Every snowflake diverse in form.

I give you my icy crystal branches:

  • My hair is dirty.  Dirty and long.  I need to wash it, but anyone with long hair knows washing takes a little more work.
  • I loathe getting the hair out of the drain once that washing is complete....eeeeewww.
  • I have begun a weekly cleaning regimine for the home.  I complete 1 big chore a day in hopes of not being overwhelmed with a filthy home.  So far, so good.
  • I am slowly coming around to the fact that I have an addiction to my cheese grader.  I can eat an entire block of cheese in like 2 days.  The grading is somehow theraputic to me, and well, the cheese is just yummy to my tummy.
  • I just cleaned out mine and the boys' closets.  97% of the contents of our closets come from my Goodwill 1/2 off weekend excursions.  For those of you not in-the-know, please see this post for quite possibly the best adventure of your life.  
  • I'm a little over dramatic at times.  {You want proof?  The last sentence in the above bullet. Although my heart feels deep down that it IS one of the best adventures in my life}
  • Installing grommets in my handbags requires some rigorous manual labor.  {No, I'm not being dramatic on this one.}  Cutting and hammering along with some good ole muscle power is needed. 
  • Yesterday, I hammered my right index finger upon intstalling the last grommet in a bag.  
  • The finger is black, blue, and swollen.  Nice.
  • I have a super fun weekend ahead, and am struggling with just exactly what to wear.  Anyone else do this?
  • I run really fast on a treadmill.  I mean really fast.  
  • I am notsomuch coordinated when running on a treadmill.
  • I have fallen twice, gotten tangled in my earplugs connected to the TV, and twisted my ankle.
  • Perhaps the open road is just meant for me and my running.
  • I am in love with this coffee.  Infatuated even.  
  • I have a theory on touch cell phones.  I truly feel that the angle for opening and manipulating the phone is biased to the right hander.  I CANNOT open or use my phone key pad with my left hand.  I have to use my right.  Does any other southpaw out there feel this way?
  • I have 2 new bag designs in the works.  I am dying to get time in my schedule to do a 2nd test run to work some more of the kinks out as well as carry them for my 6 month trial perioid.
  • I never thought in a million years that I would have a Superhero calendar hanging in my home, and that I would be okay with it.  I do, and crazy enough, I am.
  • I have a new face washer I got from my Dad and Janie for Christmas.  I am seriously in love with it.  I plan to do a post JUST about this tool and what it means to me one day soon.
  • Why do I wrestle with the skinny jean look with flats?  I'm 5'9" for goodness sakes.  I can swing it.  Not that shorter people can't, but why do I feel it looks super cute on others and notsomuch me?
  • I think my nose is growing.  Like for realz.  I never realized it was that "established" on my face.
  • I cannot for the life of me grow pansies.  They NEVER work for me.  This is my last year to plant them.  I mean it this time.
  • Blushing Nude by Clinique is a lipstick I am really digging right now.  
  • Casey really is Kenny's carbon copy.  
  • I am putting red lights on our backporch for festive Valentine's Day decor throughout the month of February.  I am pretty jazzed about this.
  • I want to try to make sourdough bread from scratch.  Checking around for starter recipes.
  • There are some really fun fabric collections on the k.Mac of my favorites...."Dance with Me, Mama"---go check it out here.

Ah, rapid fire free bulleting feels good on a Wednesday morning.

I think I just shook my branches bare.

.mac :)