I am sort of doing it these days. It feels nicely.

=emothemurdok is here. it has been culinary excellence. so far:

shrimp alfredo, scratch
dumplings and sticky rice, not scratch but damn good anyhow



we tried to see District 9 but Mer barfed. Travel and caffeine and not enough sleep plus catfood eating insectoman = bad news.

I am taking some really easy and/or enjoyable classes this fall to make up for practically killing myself this past semester.

Yoga
French
Literature for Adolescents
Advanced Creative Writing: Poetry





My kid starts first grade in a matter of a couple weeks.
I have already become that mom who feels like the first day of school = Christmas.


My husband comes home for good by the 15th of September, and I can hardly wait. The changes in him the past 2 years are incredible, and I am absolutely smitten.

=emothemurdok is coming to visit me in august and we are going to bake up a fuckstorm. you should stop by for cupcakes or scones or pita bread or granola or naan or cheesecake or cookies or pie or biscuits or crackers or bread or cake or cinnamon raisin bread or bagels or doughnuts or whatever else tickles our fancy.

I enjoyed my semester back to school, but overdid it. Somehow I managed to get As and Bs, but I am taking an easier course load this fall.

I just went back to work at Starbucks, and am already being groomed for management. Interesting! 22% pay raise: +fav

I bought a house and three puppies.

Today I dug in my compost bin and started making awesomeness happen in my little piece of the planet.

I have more couches than you could shake a stick at.

I need to build me a chicken coop, and then things are really shaping up. If only I could grow a beard I would be the ultimate hippy. I have already quit shaving my legs and armpits--but that's only because I cannot find the box where I packed my razors.

I got stung twice by a scorpion on Saturday I don't recommend it.



What's new in your zoo?

Read Mary Oliver Today Day!

Today you will read a poem by Mary Oliver. You will be so inspired!




Now comes the long blue cold



Now comes the long blue cold
and what shall I say but that some
bird in the tree of my heart
is singing.

That same heart that only yesterday
was a room shut tight, without dreams.

Isn't it wonderful--the cold wing and
spring in the heart inexplicable.
Darling girl. Picklock.