You know when you’re friendly with someone and therefore you think you’re friends, but then you start to get paranoid that it’s leaning toward being a little one-sided and that maybe you’re not really friends after all and you start to feel like a dork and you keep thinking that even though you thought you had so much in common maybe you really didn’t and all you can do is second guess yourself and all you want is for people to like you, really like you? I hate that feeling. I’m so insecure sometimes.
I’m probably too impulsive but it’s better that than being full of what-ifs.
I’m in the mood to go to a baseball game.
I’m calling my thirties my work in progress phase 1 stage. I’m excited to think of my life will be like at 40.
Bear hugs from a 2-year-old revive the body, mind, and spirit.
Show what you’ve got. Whatever it is.
I’m not necessarily into re-inventing yourself, but I am into being who you want to be and changing when you want to change. Don’t trap yourself.
I’m loving my (pretty much) non-computer weekends.
I’m feeling good and relaxed.
If you email me a question, look for a reply in an email. Don’t come to me 5 minutes later without having read my answer I sent you 4 minutes before. So simple.
The kids in our neighborhood started school Monday. Isn’t it still summer?
My newest vice: M&Ms. They’re becoming a food group.
I think a lot about my neighbors. One set reminds me of the neighbors in “The ‘Burbs” but without the malnourished hillbilly look. They’re just a little off, or maybe they’re just super private. Either way they creep me out a bit. And on the other side, I’m wondering where they went. Maybe they’re snowbirds, but they left their pool uncovered, so I’m not so sure. I’m so nosy. Don’t you wish you were my neighbor?
The language of yesteryear is beautiful.
I always feel unsettled during the summer. Must be a holdover from school. I’m anxious for fall just to feel more focused.
Back to neighbors again…The across the street ones just got a Great Dane and he’s adorable in that massive dog way and I really want one now. Like Rowdy and Sami don’t drive me crazy enough.
The sky is the best show around.
Sometimes, especially on Fridays when it’s quiet, I feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the gut. I literally get that breathless feeling. I remind myself that my life is good; it could be better, but it could be worse. It’s just my life at this point. It’s not my life forever. There’s more to it than just now, this day, this year. When I think about that I feel a little less breathless.
Is July too early to start thinking about Christmas cards?
Enjoy your weekend and I’ll enjoy mine!