5 Minutes

So many of you bloggity bloggers have been doing Five Minute Fridays, and I believe the trend started with Lisa-Jo. 


I don't really blog on Fridays, so this is going to be a Five Minute Monday. Tuesday. (Right HERE is as far as I got on Monday. I finished the intro and set the timer just now.) 


Yesterday, this had a silly introduction, but I erased most of it because the timed writing turned out to be the opposite of silly. Here's what came out:


I was very anxious about taking the Little Kid to school today. I can't even say this without shaking. A little girl, four years old, an only child, who goes to my daughter's pre-school,  was killed this weekend. She died in a single car accident. Her mom was driving: is uninjured.

The little girl died on impact.

I don't know how to handle death. How do you explain it to a child? I didn't know where to begin. I didn't know if she knew her. (My child answers, "yes" to every question, the truth is always affirmative.)

The teachers were on the verge of tears from the moment we walked into the front door. I know they are holding it together for the sake of the kids...

No one can handle the death of a child. A child?

Everyone says that children always handle it better than adults, have a childlike faith...I envy that.

Yesterday, we were at a Sonic Drive-In, sitting in our parked car which was turned off, out of the line of traffic, and I made the Big Kid put his seat belt back on.

Everything is different.

Welcome to My World

SO YOU GUYS.

Remember when I came up with a blog schedule!? Wasn't that very exciting!? Every Monday and Thursday!?

Clearly, that meant Wednesdays.

Bah.

Oh well.

Every single person I know is crazy busy right now. Every year is like this, but it seems crazier? Craziest? How does every year increase the crazy?

Apropos of nothing, I have big writing plans this summer. BIG. I sit around all day and think about waking up early to drink coffee and write, write, write. I am facing two weeks of essay grading and finals, so perhaps I am just doing a little avoidance-daydreaming.

It's sorta a thing I do.

Do you avoidance-daydream?

My daydreams are wonderful places, filled with doodles, organized houses, and calorie free sugary coffee drinks.

I dream about the future and the past and the clouds and the planes and the trains.

I really live in La La Land.

Wanna visit?

What do your daydreams look like?


This video is silly, but it's Adele and New York. Some things make up for silly.

39 Stupid Happy Things

I don't know why I said thirty-nine. I once read that people read posts with numbers in the titles. Tricky, ain't I? Then, I got lazy and forgot to number it. haHA! Now you know the truth. Laaaazzzyyyyy.

I was having a blah day last week, so I started a list of things that made me smile. The list grew and grew and became a REAL BOY! Not really. That would be weird.

MY LIST OF STUPID, HAPPY THINGS

THERE COULD BE THIRTY-NINE

MAYBE

DON'T COUNT THEM

DON'T BE "THAT GUY"

The calm before the storm.
Pretty sundresses.
Junk food dinners and late nights at the little league fields.
Cervesas con mi amiga.
"There's no accounting for chemistry."
TV on the Radio.
Pretending that my to-go cup is my ceramic mug, and that the driver's seat is my couch, and that my windshield is the Today Show.
Exclamation marks, and commas!!!! (Addicted!. Can't, quit.)
Crazy happy Pilates instructors with a move I can't *quite* do.
Daydreaming.
My job(s)! So much love!
Short girl hugs.
Blustery days.
My very adorable family.
Rainboots!
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Crazy pedicure colors.
Songs that make you forget to breathe for a minute.
Saying, "Maybe, baby," for no good reason at all.
Light at the end of the tunnel! The semester that never ends!
Funny Facebook  wall posts from Rachel.
Walking for MS! Dreaming about a cure.
Sarcasm, not cynicism.
Pretty words.
Registering for classes.
Friendly bloggy stalkers.
Going for WALK because I'm not training for race.
Naps in the sunshine.
Minor league baseball games and Fireworks Nights!
The magic marker the little kid has hidden in her room to do face painting that I STILL CAN NOT FIND. She is the Houdini of magic markers.
Arcade Fire and Wilco in the same summer!!!
Jeans, and rainy Saturdays to wear them.
Never-ending games of I-Spy.
"Weight of Lies."


Holding hands because she asked.
Spring thunderstorms.
Wind-swept hair.
"Big salad."
Meeting a little boy from Seattle named Cullen.
Giving up shorts! Forever! I quit! I'm the reason skirts were invented.


Tell me your stupid, happy things!

Three Things Thursday: Grumpy Old Man Edition

I dislike Spring. I always have. If YOU love it, then I have tried to love it with you, but I just. can. not.

Spring is the worst season ever.

It's sneeze-y, it's happy like Cinderella on acid, it's muddy, it's bug-y, it's one-day-forty-degree-temperature- swings, it's, "Why am I wearing this sweater ARRGH!", it's sunburn-y, it's too cold to go swimming, it's "Why don't my warm weather clothes fit?" angst, and all around annoying WORST SEASON EVER.

Next to summer. Summer is the worst season ever.

2. The twice a year exercisers are back from New Year's Resolutions, trying to get ready for pasty white thighs in swimsuits. The tennis courts and walking tracks are crowded! Get off my shuffleboard!

3. This? This is pretty much the only good Spring thing. Where's my coffee?


Do you like spring? Tell me why!