Reduced to soundbites...
I dunno. I keep thinking about posts I want to make, things I want to say.. and somehow I never get to them. When I think about actually doing it, I figure I really don't have anything important to say, and no one is going to care much about my rambling anyhow. Somehow I've reduced myself to soundbites.
On that front:
- The Sox won the series. Duh. I didn't really expect anything less, though I likely would have been devastated if they'd lost. Funny, that. I'd go to the parade, but it's cold out and I have work to do. *shrug* I can watch it on TV and see Papelbon do his dance over and over.
- I am slightly worried about the future of Mike Lowell and 3B. They crushed me when they didn't resign Mueller after 2005. Dear Red Sox, please do not repeat. Arod will not make me happy like Lowell.
- I've started crocheting. Add this to scrapbooking and I'm officially a crafter. Oh well.
- Another music plug: A Fine Frenzy. Holy Crap, I love them. That is all.
- Don't ask how I stumbled across this, I just did. NOT WORK SAFE But seriously? Disturbing and weird.
- I was at the chiropractors the other day, and had an odd experience. Next to the waiting area are rooms that are used by the massage therapists they have on staff. I was waiting for my appt, and I could hear the sounds of one of the MTs setting up his table. The sound of the sheets made me smile. I don't really know how else to explain it, but it was a very visceral reaction. It was like the sound of sheets being unfolded and spread on the table made me really happy and content. I'm taking that as a sign that I am on the right life path.
- I am behind in my letter writing. Apologies to the people that affects. I will try to rectify that situation. Blame baseball.
*sigh* I feel like there are a zillion other things I want to say, but I can't put words to any of them. Do you ever wish you could just project all of your thoughts and emotions in a concentrated bunch? Let someone else decipher them.
Care Bear stare?
On that front:
- The Sox won the series. Duh. I didn't really expect anything less, though I likely would have been devastated if they'd lost. Funny, that. I'd go to the parade, but it's cold out and I have work to do. *shrug* I can watch it on TV and see Papelbon do his dance over and over.
- I am slightly worried about the future of Mike Lowell and 3B. They crushed me when they didn't resign Mueller after 2005. Dear Red Sox, please do not repeat. Arod will not make me happy like Lowell.
- I've started crocheting. Add this to scrapbooking and I'm officially a crafter. Oh well.
- Another music plug: A Fine Frenzy. Holy Crap, I love them. That is all.
- Don't ask how I stumbled across this, I just did. NOT WORK SAFE But seriously? Disturbing and weird.
- I was at the chiropractors the other day, and had an odd experience. Next to the waiting area are rooms that are used by the massage therapists they have on staff. I was waiting for my appt, and I could hear the sounds of one of the MTs setting up his table. The sound of the sheets made me smile. I don't really know how else to explain it, but it was a very visceral reaction. It was like the sound of sheets being unfolded and spread on the table made me really happy and content. I'm taking that as a sign that I am on the right life path.
- I am behind in my letter writing. Apologies to the people that affects. I will try to rectify that situation. Blame baseball.
*sigh* I feel like there are a zillion other things I want to say, but I can't put words to any of them. Do you ever wish you could just project all of your thoughts and emotions in a concentrated bunch? Let someone else decipher them.
Care Bear stare?