So today began the new semester.  Due to my son's lack of sleep in the big-boy bed, I got up earlier than expected, but that worked to my advantage as I was able to depart sooner than I thought.  The roads weren't bad, but people drive like they are.  It's as if they have never, living in Ohio, seen this strange white stuff that falls from the sky ( Read more... )

Here's yet another new face for my journal.  I like this one the best so far and will probably keep it.  I like the writing motif.
But...
Who knows?

I think that as I head into the last weekend before the semester begins, having completed a number of objectives, I just wanted to signify a fresh start.  That's a good rationale, right?

I've been reading my friends' post-Christmas posts--some happy, some not-so-happy ( Read more... )

This is for my youngest son.  He loves this thing.  Now he can see it whenever he wants.

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So, here I am beginning another morning after a rather hectic waking at the home sweet home.  My youngest son has decided recently, (just in time for Christmas and the impending Ho Ho Ho) that he can no longer make it through the night in his bed.  Apparently he's afraid of the dark, or something.  Not that I can blame him.  I remember several ( Read more... )

Yeah.  I have to discuss this.  I wasn't sure what to post about until Angie just happened to question "the male fascination with flatulence."  She doesn't get it.  I guess most women don't. 
What can I say?  It's funny.  No.. it's not funny, it's hilarious.  Benjamin Franklin knew this.  Read his essay "Fart Proudly."  This intellectual giant, ( Read more... )

Okay.  The past couple of days have been frustrating and, in many ways, painful.  Earlier in the week I experienced another in a series of wonderfully entertaining setbacks with my jalopy.  My car, though it runs very well, has continually been a source of bullshitty happenings ranging from loss of brakes, to blowing a tire at 65 mph on the freeway ( Read more... )

Light
spying through her dark curtains
in the early mourning
pries open
lids of coughing dead,
and father
morning exorcises
dreams that are over.