As I stare out my window at a dreary, chilly Saturday morning, I think this might be a good day to relax with my journal, a cup of coffee and a nice warm fire. In other words, it is a good day just to “be”.
…why as a country we will spend billions to keep terrorists out for our safety, yet when a fellow American guns down students in a school it is the “price of freedom”. Our priorities are all fucked up here.
Happy Fake, Swallow, Hallmark Romance Day today. If you love someone, make them feel special 365 days a year, not just every February 14th so the card companies, florists, and chocolate makers make out like bandits and you can’t get a reservation at any restaurant this evening. What a bunch of freaking lemmings! (I’m not a fan, can you tell?)
I think if I found out I only had six months to live, I would just watch the Super Bowl halftime show because it would SEEM like a lifetime…
I follow a lot of food bloggers, and I’m not sure why.
Don’t get me wrong; I love food; my ample midsection is damning evidence of that fact. But there is no stretch of the definition of a “foodie” that would include me.
Although it is the same canvas day after day, Nature paints something new every morning.