Awhile back, I decided I wanted to be blog famous. I’m not entirely sure if it was greed on my part, or if it was an overcompensating for having been such a miserable, invisible feeling individual for much of my youth. Either way, I decided to give it a go. I’d join up with all the social networks, plug my blog like mad, and read upwards of one hundred blogs per day.
Around about the same time, my[...]
Archive for January, 2009
I’ve started to dislike my blog template. I tried some new ones, but I didn’t like them either. Kim + Illness = Pickiness apparently. As I can’t find anything quite right template wise (expect some changes around here), I thought I’d change things up with a few photos. One of the greatest joys that moving north has brought me is the appreciation of the beauty of this place.
I’m not much of a photographer. Really just[...]
There ought to have been some sort of sound. Slork. Or plish. Or spluck. Something so momentous shouldn’t be allowed to happen as soundlessly as it did. One morning though, the dreadful, silent truth had to be faced.
My waist was gone.
I had it only seven pounds ago. I swear it was there. I remember looking at it with shy, girlish pleasure. I remember thinking how I felt sort of feminine again. [...]
My baby turned three yesterday. I watched as her strawberry blonde frizz bounced about in time with the ripping of the wrapping paper. She was meticulous at times. Insisting on throwing the ripped off pieces out of sight behind her before she would go for the next tear. One present would have been enough. She would have stopped and played right there and been content. There’s a lesson there I think. But we[...]
The lovely Rebecca has tagged me for a meme and while I usually ignore tags, I’m rather grateful this time. I’m wanting to shake off the broody mood of my last post and this seems a good way to go about it.
It’s a tricky proposition though, this coming up with seven random things about myself that you don’t already know. Depending on who the reader is, the task could be considered simple, or nigh on impossible. If[...]
It makes you feel awkward. I know it does, because I’ve felt that. I’ve been in that feet shuffling, not-quite-knowing-what-to-say but wishing-I-could-find-the-PERFECT-words position so many times myself. It’s hard facing the grief and sorrow in another woman’s face, voice, or words. You want to take it away. Just make it be gone. But for whatever reason it’s not time for the sadness to end. Once again, the single line has to be faced.[...]
…or possibly just plain tired. We received a phone call last night from a family who will be in our area this weekend to attend a cross-country skiing race. They’re members of our church and wanted to know if anyone in the local congregation could put them up for the weekend. Neil’s response was, “I’m sure we have room for you, let me look at my wife here and see if she nods her agreement…”
I stuck my[...]
For those of you starting to think my husband is a thinly disguised ogre (I have reacted to your concern by feeling incredibly touched and by grinning a bit), I should clarify things by pointing out that Neil is one of the most generous hearted of men. Saying no isn’t something he does, when someone is needing help of one kind or another. Sometimes this does cause conflict in our marriage, and I’ve had to (gently) point out[...]
The lovely Luisa tagged me for a photo meme and though I’m not much of a meme’er, I simply can’t deny her anything. Plus, I’m meeting her in person this spring and I don’t want her to kick me in the shin or anything.
Pictured on the left there is the cover of the quote book I self-published several months ago. I still have a couple extra copies kicking around so maybe I’ll invent a contest some day to help get rid of[...]
