Indelibly Blogged

03/19: New blog

I've decided to give my blog a remodel, just in time for spring. Stop by and say hello at www.rogersgardengate.com/wpblog . This will still be available for archive purposes only.

03/17: The wearing o' the green

My husband is of Irish descent (both sides of his family), so even if I didn't WANT to participate in St. Patrick's Day (which I do), I probably wouldn't be given a choice.

In these pics, I'm wearing a silk scarf that my sister got for me while she was in Ireland. So at least I'm carrying some authenticity. That, and the fact I have quite a bit of Scotch/Irish in my own family, or so I've been told.

Radio Paradise will be adding some excellent Irish music to their playlist today so if you have a chance, tune in. They are my lifeline while I'm at work.

Have fun today, but be safe! No pinching allowed here... *grin*

Oh, and stay away from the green beer.

03/16: Cats again

When I've nothing else to blog about, I can always count on my cats to provide subject matter.

Last night, Gracie (aka The Grumpster, Gracie-Grace, Grumpy Grace and Goldeneye) got to stay out of "jail" (Daddy's bathroom) since she decided to settle down on the bed with Willow instead of being her nocturnal, wild self. She decided that was a pretty good deal. What a spoiled little fat-wad she is. There was only one hiss/swat session before we all went night-night-sleepy-do. (Yes, we use this type of baby talk at my house all the time. Don't ask.)

In fact, she liked the bed so much that she decided to try it out again this morning. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she was still there when I come home for lunch.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: The Grumpster!




What I'm listening to today: Air - Talkie Walkie

03/14: Time. What a concept.

It's funny how we perceive time. Usually it's not on our side, like this morning when I was cocooned in my bed. It got down to the freezing mark last night, after reaching 90 degrees on Sunday, and I was cold. As I burrowed deeper into the covers, the numbers on the bedside clock went into fast forward mode. Just one more minute! I don't wanna get up.

Then there are the nights that I'd be plagued with insomnia. (Thankfully, that hasn't been the case in a long time.) The minutes seemed to drag on. I'd be so tired, but my brain would be whirring like mad. So I'd get up and get on the PC or even *gasp* do laundry to pass the wakeful hours. Finally I'd get sleepy enough to go to bed, if only for what seemed a minute or so, only to go to work that day feeling cranky and tired. Yeah, I know. What's new?

As I type this, the clock is ticking away. Sometimes it's difficult to get out of the house on time. There's always just one more thing I need to do before going to work. Even then, I neglect some of the things that should be taken care of.

That's life though, isn't it? We're always chasing after something we can't have or control. Do we really need to? Sometimes you've just gotta let go. That's the hardest thing for me sometimes. Then I remember there are a lot more important things in life.

What I'm listening to today: James Blunt - Back to Bedlam
Randy just brought this cd home yesterday, and it's excellent!