Looking over the photos of all sorts of mixed families at Mixed and Happy made me SO happy. Maybe it will make you happy, too. Thanks to Honeysmoke for the finger point. Click on the pic to go to see more pics of mixed and happy families.
. a blogumn by Amy Robinson I’ve attempted to quit a lot of things: TV, sugar, that love I found on Brokeback Mountain. The TV, sugar and love remain, in healthy moderation. Now I’m giving up wheat. This is not to be cool, because believe me, it’s much cooler to be able to join in [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 101 Evening With Elise Evening with Elise In our new sitting area, newly upholstered mid-century chairs, Gaming together quietly on our phones.
This Jezebel article captures EXACTLY why I hate this Kay Jewelers ad, so much so that whenever CH tries to DVR past it, I make him stop, so that I can watch the commercial and complain about how much I hate it. Yes, he find this annoying.
. a blogumn by Kelli Bielema I’m entering my fourth winter in Seattle. I’m surprised I don’t want to kill myself after living in Los Angeles for nearly 10 years. But really, I’m one of those people who is not a big fan of the heat. I also get really bad headaches from too much [...]
So it looks like I’ve strained one of my back muscles, which is making it hard to do everything from picking up Betty to sitting down quickly to laughing or sneezing. I’m not only annoyed as I have like no time to nurse my stoopid back, but I’m also fairly chagrinned that I’m going to have to [...]
Aw crap, you totally beat me last week after Amy Brown from “Book Simple” guessed that Wednesday’s lyric was from “The Big Bang Theory Theme” by The Bare Naked Ladies — not They Might Be Giants. Oh well… I decided to switch things up this week, by letting my SIL and frequent GTRL guesser, Angela [...]
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 100 Even While I Meditate Even while I meditate, eyes lidded but not closed, Red in soft focus paces in front of me, Then lies down at my feet, chin on paws.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 99 And the Loving Turns Fierce Cold night patio, absinthe before the flames curling over the glowing wood In the clay chimenea, and the loving turns fierce Before we take it inside.
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 98 Thanksgiving Buffet with Kimberley and Ed at Castaways From high above on a warm night, at a patio table well-appointed With feast foods, good friends and easy jokes, even Burbank Its lights spread out below and ringed with dark mountains, can be lovely.
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