A cool morning but it promises to be a lovely day.
My heart goes out to my friends down south that are struggling with the storms.
Zooooooooooom... driving off to work...
got a couple of carrot muffins, warmed up and buttered on the passenger seat...
fav radio show is starting...
and the traffic looks reasonable...
munch munch munch... ah...
wants a sip of coffee...
and SCREEEECH. Shit.
Left my car cup on the counter...
Stop, U-Turn and go home... dude... I don't drive to work without a coffee... I'd sooner stay home.
Some rules ... you just don't mess with. grok?
[ :: this is really funny... it's a very tongue in cheek review of Van Helsing - you will laugh :: ]
~ green ftls
~ dk green dress pants... no cuffs... alas...
~ extremely dark green short sleeve dress shirt... (yup, it's freaking green day... )
~ oh look... another reason why I shouldn't dress in a mostly dark walk in closet... blue sox.
~ a day working on the web site thing for the boss ... :D
~ tonight? well... I haven't checked but I'm really hoping for a new west wing. :D
~ a calmer "bed time" zone with the kids .... fingers crossed.
~ I hadn't run out of "wilkinsons 'lectric shave"... no shave today... gotta have the 'lectric shave.
~ for a whole lotta more-of-the-same from ladyfire (snicker)
~ that the day improves for my friend lindalee_
~ for continued good reports from kaylee on lil'Erin's improvements... :D :D :D
~ that a few good vibes find their way to ninneviane...
We have choices...
Watch the news... read the paper... or not.
If I ignored all news... read only the local community paper... who'd notice?
I'd go through my world with no knowledge of the amazing shit hole that the so called leaders of the world have created.
Pay my taxes... and take my boys to soccer... you know... live a life.
I can't do this...
Somehow, I've found the edges of the painting and I keep stepping back to try and get the larger picture.
Now I'm reading friends pages here in journal land... and more than usual, I'm seeing a lot of people trying to understand what's going on in the world.
I'm really feeling their fear, frustration, remorse, and confusion... as well as my own.
When will it stop?
Where will it stop?
When will the people that are actually brush strokes on this painting wake up?