Tag Archive: random


Fair Warning (Future Randomness)!

OK, I’m going to try to post to this thing more regularly, which means, if you choose to follow, prepared to be bored, confused and/or slightly uncomfortable at my awkwardness. That’s to say, prepare to have your normal reaction to reading what I post here. I’m pretty sure I’ll be relying on Instagram for a LOT of content, although I do promise to keep the cat pictures to a minimum. I’ll save those for Facebook! Instead, I’ll keep it classy here with artsy photos of sunrises through rain drop-splattered car windows:

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Hahahaha, that’s a lie. I’ll most likely post several pictures of the cat. Mostly just to document her ongoing plot to smother me in my sleep and steal all my pants (I’m not crazy….it’s true).

In all honesty, the last year has been kind of an awesome one. Lots of changes, including my recent “hobby” of running. I say “hobby” because I’m not convinced I enjoy running so much as I enjoy the point in the run when I stop. I kid (but only a little bit).

For now, consider this fair warning for future randomness! (Also “Future Randomness” is absolutely going to be the title of my second album…I’ll keep you posted on the first).

Crossing Lines in the Name of Shoes

 

I was talking to someone about this blog the other day, telling them that I classify it as one of the more self-centered things I’ve done. I mean, when you get down to it, I’m pretty much just writing about me and hoping you all are entertained. Their response was  “Not certain if a blog is self-centered if you have something to say and someone cares to listen.  The problem I have with most blogs is the person telling the tale doesn’t have much of a tale to tell.  In other words, telling the world about your problems with finding the right pair of jeans can be utterly hilarious, painful, and self-relating or it can simply be the most boring discussion of going to the mall.”

Nothing Ceramic Can Stay

Dear Flatiron,

What happened? I thought we had a good thing going. You and me and the hair dryer against the ever -changing temperature and humidity of the world. Don’t tell the hair dryer (or the phone for that matter), but I always considered you the first wife in my polygamous relationship with appliances. You were my anchor. What got me out the door in the mornings when it was overcast and raining.