Just came across this picture from when we went camping in Big Sur. This is a very rare albino redwood tree that grew near our campsite. No flash or special lighting, that foliage is WHITE.
Anyone who has met me knows that little things like smashed pillows on the sofa, crumbs on the counter, water spots on the faucet fixtures, crooked picture frames and dust bunnies don’t bother me at all. So what I am about to tell you may shock you. I few days ago ran out of crack, I mean Klean n’ Shine, a cleaning product from the 70’s that is so toxic it foams at the mouth but I can not stop using it because it cleans EVERYTHING and doesn’t streak and F you planet, I do a lot for you already, I LOVE KLEAN N’ SHINE. Anyway, I felt the can getting low and made a note to pick up a new can or 10 at the only remaining retailer brave enough to carry this cleaner, Star Market. I grab my cloth bags, see, I told you planet, and head for the market. I make my way directly to the cleaning aisle and scan the usual area only to find that there is no Klean n’ Shine. I try to remain calm but when I see that there isn’t even an empty spot where it is supposed to be, or a tag marking its old spot...
I'm back It has been just over two years since I have written here. A lot has changed, the followers I'm sure have diminished but I'm here, I'm still here. To say that I haven't thought about writing in these past two years would be a complete lie. I have thought about and wanted to write almost every single day. But the excuses...oh the excuses! Not enough time in the day. True I'm not in the right head space right now. True, but also all the more reason I should have been writing. I really just want to watch tv and zone out after the kids are in bed. So true When I sit down to write all of my ideas seems to drift away and I just stare at the same blank screen until my eyes must look away. True I don't know if what I write reaches anyone or if anyone cares. True I need to bare my soul but what if people judge me. True So why did I decide to finally start writing again? Because I can't not write anymore. There...
Admittedly, Ryan is not a cat person. He doesn't care for their flippant attitude, mood swings, or dirty looks; why he married me then is a complete mystery, but I digress. A few months into our relationship I brought up the idea of getting a kitten. It would have to live at his house because I couldn't have pets at my place, but I thought it would be a nice addition. And because I hadn't ruined Lilly's life enough on my own. Over the next few weeks I searched obsessively every day on the kitty rescue website we did some research and found a kitty that seemed perfect. She was rescued along with her siblings and was one of the last ones that still needed a home. I visited her before agreeing to adopt her and when she crawled in my sweatshirt, up on my head and down my leg I knew she was the one. She and her attitude settled right in. About a month later we made the brilliant decision to take a trip down to Santa Barbara with Lilly ...
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