Married. Happy. Artsy-like. I've started reading lots of books lately that I apparently have no intention of finishing. I like to clean things, like, crazy clean them. Like, I clean the utensils that clean things.
Simple, Green Strategies Apr 15
As opposed to Simple Green strategies. Which I just discovered has had non-toxic, biodegradable cleaning products on the market for over 30 years. I mean, duh, it's in the name, right? Anyway, here are some things I've implemented at our house...
There is an igloo on the desk says the woman in the purple dress, sitting at the computer in the morning. She thought it a kind of warning that her thoughts had turned to luring her to declare the mundane and obvious before her. For her mother had declared when she was losing her hair that the midgies were attacking her own scalp. "Everyone knows that's what midgies do..." the woman had wondered at her mother's apparent summation. Two weeks later the old lady was taken to the loony bin and sorted among the others of her kind. The woman remembered this and turned her thoughts from igloos to imaginary beaches.
"She had a messy dress," she jests to Chester, the man who questioned her motives for pouring flour on her lap. She always spoke of herself in the third person now, a habit she took up to lessen the pain of accepting responsibility for her actions. The ketchup she spilled on her white dress while attempting to drown a fly seemed less obvious doused in flour. She liked to pretend it happened to someone else.
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or vertaling Duits Nederlands
The shower was as white as the tower of the local flour mill, ironically where it got its power. What do flour and water have to do with each other, one might ask? Well, Winston the superintendent of the flour mill was waiting to tell. "Flour gives power from the kinetic energy produced by smashing grain to dust. And different grains give off different levels of energy. Barley, for instance, produces greater energy than wheat due to the sheer husk of the grain. It's tougher to open." White-robed Winston walked about the flour mill seeking somewhat-willing listeners for his spiel.
Smashing his mother's pumpkins, Peter the perturbed pedantic pirate sought to alleviate his concern for oft over-looked 1990s bands. He thought it poetic to demonstrate such enthusiasm for their work by creating their very symbol on the ship deck in front of the young crew--minds daily shaped under his tutelage, burgeoning with ardor.
Are you still here? Because if so, then you have to change that "Boston" thing up top. -- Either way, I was so happy to see you and get to eat in your presence while talking with you and walking in the rain. And sometime, you should ask Joshua to tell you the true story behind our (yours and my) shared acquaintance. :)
posted Dec 18
i tried to get a show in boston today, but there are too many people not staffed and im pretty low on the pecking order. however, i hear the spring holds promise...
posted Aug 21
the birthday!!!! yay!!! so good to talk with you on the phone today!!!!! !!! !!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
posted Jul 27
Happy Birthday to you. We haven't met, but I am one of these souls who somehow stumbled onto y'alls lives via your husband's website. So, it's kind of like tv, but more real, but cyber, so not real. What's real again? Anyway, Happy Marriage and Happy Birthday. If this was tv, I think Joshua would be like Steve Austin.
posted Jul 27
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judith says:
thanks so much for having me over for lunch! i really enjoyed it...and your fabulous stories! let's hang out again soon, yes?
posted Apr 17