This is Isla’s current ear-worm……
And so, yesterday Neil’s toasting bagels. And then we smell something burning. And then I hear, ‘Babe, the toaster’s on fire.’ And I look up from my non-blog writing to see flames. Flames in the middle of my toaster. Neil runs over and unplugs the toaster. Throws a damp cloth over it. My ‘Oh shit!’ was very helpful, in case you’re wondering. And our smoke detector works. There’s that, too. The toaster is now downstairs waiting to be taken to…
I pride myself on the fact that I’m not really a Bridezilla. I’ve been quite laid-back about this whole wedding thing, and actually more into the whole being married thing. Bring that on. A few months ago, I did have a blip about envelopes, of all things. And then I got over myself. Other than matching paper goods, the only stipulation I’ve made is that the bridesmaids’ outfits don’t go all the way to lavender on the purple spectrum. And…
I like music. I love music. I greatly esteem music. The first site I crank up on any given morning is last.fm. (Spotify has too many ads.) Even before facebook. Or real-life coffee. That’s big. While my musical taste is kind of eclectic, my first music-love is country. I love it down to the ground. Or the red dirt road. I know it isn’t cool to admit to liking country. At least for me, growing halfway up on Long Island,…
I haven’t had a lot of screen time recently. This is what I’ve been doing while not staring at a computer screen: Collecting train tickets and using them as bookmarks. Eating pizza while watching my Dad attempt to play jump rope with an extension cord. The morphine is working! Meditating/crying while in a church. Reading Naked on the train, while wearing clothes. Drinking cider at The Scottish Real Ale Festival. I’m such a rebel. Getting a free copy of Rebecca…
