12:43pm
“Would you like a Red Velvet cookie?” my coworker asked.
I took one out of politeness. When it comes to sweets, I can take ‘em or leave ‘em.
“I just got them out of the freezer so you might need to let it warm up first,” she warned before ducking out of the office.
Yesterday, I pulled into my driveway after work and noticed a glimpse of green. I stopped my car for a moment and looked harder. The green was coming from the tree in the front yard. I call it the “Teenager Tree” because it has bad posture with a slight lean from the wind. It’s also tall and gangly and looks like it needs to “eat a little more” to fill out. This is the tree that drops its leaves every fall with just the mention of the word “autumn.”
You get the idea.
So, I was surprised to see green buds on it. “It’s only April,” I said to myself, “surely, spring is not coming so soon.”
Let me explain. I live in Wyoming. Enough said.
“If the teen is green,” I exclaimed in a happy accidental rhyme, “perhaps the lilacs are coming.” I parked my car and went to investigate.
Sure enough, green leaves are on the lilac bushes. And, more importantly, little tiny-baby lilacs are budding. They are so tiny, my camera couldn’t even focus on them. However, they are there.
Of course, this is Wyoming. We are still due a spring snowstorm… any day now. And that may kill the lilacs. But for today, today it is springtime in Wyoming.
Ahhh.
photo by ck’s days
I saw this picture on MSN’s Photo of the Day and giggled. How would you caption this?
Tuesday 8:07am. Technically, I suppose you might say I was supposed to be at work 7 minutes ago. Instead, I’m at a red light and I’m only a little more than half way to work. But I’m earlier than I was yesterday so that’s a positive. It looks like it might snow or rain today. I’m not going to hold my breath though. Wyoming weather is such a tease. The clouds can pout for a whole day and never shed forth a coveted tear on the high mountain desert.
There is a little monthly publication my parents have subscribed to for years. A little golden nugget that has been revered as the end all of answers. It was referenced and quoted in my household since before I can remember. The little book? The Reader’s Digest. The source of many a quirky solution to a plethora of problems. I do have a crude nickname for it but I’ll refrain from sharing it. For now. Continue reading
On October 16, 2013 I received my most views to date.
Highest view 167 views
And I became excited because, as you can see, my average views is much, much lower.
But then, WordPress took a view away. I’m not sure why. Perhaps I made it sad. Or mad. Or maybe it’s a practical joker.
All of a sudden, I lost a view! Down to 166 views. How is that possible?!
I complained explained it all in a previous post. You can check it out at What the hey?! But you don’t really need to because I just summed it up pretty well. Basically, WordPress took a view away. Not sure why.
Well, this weekend – guess what reappeared?
Well hello lost view.
So, what you’re telling me is, I do, in fact, have 167 views?
The setup: I had a headache Sunday night. By the time 10:00pm rolled around (which my body recognized as only 9:00pm because it was Daylight Savings Time Sunday) I just wanted to go to bed and close my eyes. I finally climbed into bed 50 minutes later and prayed I’d be able to fall asleep. At 11:33, I looked at my clock again and sighed. No relief yet.
Sleep did come. It must have come. Because at 12:17am I was awakened to a loud crash.
So, how would you pour this detergent?
By the handle and risk the mess?
Or awkwardly to use the easy (not so easy in this case) spout?
I never used to watch PBS. In fact, I made fun of people who watched public programming. Sort of. I mocked them by mocking myself. I’ve even described people by saying things like, “She’s PBS and I’m E!. We will never be friends.”
I’d like to point out it’s been years since I’ve watched anything on E!. This confession has nothing to do with this post, I just want to put it out there.
We were walking down the hallway together.
She works in a different department but I’ve seen her around the office. We smile politely and say hi to one another. You know, when you’re friendly to someone but you have no idea what his or her name is. We’ve all been there I think. That point of oh-dear-it’s-too-late-to-ask-your-name-because-you-think-I-already-know-it. In other words, an awkward phase.
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