WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: INSIDE
In the morning, with the light streaming through the window, the walls disappear and the kitties joyfully sun themselves.

WTF: Warm the fur!
(I know, I know, I’m a week late) #CatPhotoFriday
There has been a big countdown going on in recent past and it’s finally coming to fruition. I’m not talking about: Nor am I pushing the 12/21/12 end of the Mayan Calendar I’m realizing just how unprepared I am for a zombie apocalypse and am now slightly concerned about my goal to have a plan…
After finishing our first month of school, I’m reminiscing about my summer escapes. I let the kids watch videos longer than they should, to savor a few more words (WTF: Wait ’til finished!)! Sure, they read books, too, but books feel different when optional vs. requisite! I’m excited to share this 2nd part of my…
I typed today’s entry without looking at the screen, hiding my eyes from the pictures. I hate fish – ichthyophobia. I don’t mind living fish, I visit aquariums, crave sushi, but hate dead fish. I hope that acknowledging my fear lessens its hold. FEAR OF FISH TIMELINE: 1970’s – Fishing with Dad who makes me stick…
Every Monday, the coffee-time banter repeats, “How was your weekend?” “Great, but too short!” While I’m designing a time-travel machine with settings to speed up work-weeks, or slow down weekends, meanwhile, I’m determined to maximize precious relaxation time. This pep-talk stands to convince me that downtime will even present itself as, today, we split time…
Remember that old Sesame Street segment with the catchy tune “One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn’t belong”? When our awesome upstairs neighbors moved out, the campaign to find a fourth tenant that did go with the others began. I’ve gushed before over how much I love…
Many of my friends met amazing dates or awesome future-spouses online. Utilizing computers’ brains to define one’s heart presented uber-compatible matches. While I remained cautious about starting relationships for my kids’ (and briefly, my own) sanity, I wanted to make sense of the “playing field” at this stage of my life. I didn’t put the…