Keepon Dancing

Keepon Dancing

(sorry about the ad in the video...but it's really cute)

A short break

I'm back, after what felt like much more than 7 months...I'm not really feeling particularly blog-y yet, but people (ahem...Kari) keep saying I should blog about my pregnancy so I guess I'll give it a shot. (Oh yes, I'm 4 months pregnant!) I will lay out some post about all my crazy dreams sometime soon, but not today. Instead, I will leave you folks with a link to a new blog I found that I'm enjoying. It's a relatively new blog, but I really like this chick and think she is secretly my doppelganger.

Are you freaking kidding me?

Belly Art!

This is so cute!

who is bacher?

A few posts ago I was angst-ing about my married name...but having (1) had a primary relative put my maiden name on a gift certificate and (2) having been greatly irritated by it has made me feel a bit more connected to my name. So that's good, right? :-) It has been over a year, after all.

I love you!

Katie Scovell

An old friend of mine from high school.

Katie Scovell. Hailing from a family of musicians, she is of the most talented people I've ever met and I'm so glad to see she's making music and sharing it with the world. Check her out!Right now!

Who are you?

Time for another poll, guys. What makes up your identity? How do you define yourself? Are there parts of your life that your reject as present in your identity? Parts you consider essential that only exhibit minimal influence? Parts that don't exist but you wish did?

or:

5 words to describe yourself. go!

Just an okay day

Today was an okay day. Woke up, drank weak coffee made with my broken french press (i.e. pouring loose coffee through the wrong end of a french press filter directly into my mug). Watered my sister in law's plant that did not take a trip across the state well. Logged onto facebook for the first time in months. Let my husband feel me up before work. Contemplated calling in sick to enjoy said feeling-up. Went to work instead. Got a bunch of shit done. (Despite feeling lousy. I'm looking at you, shiraz.) Got a cookie jar from my secret santa that is adorable. Skimped on the $3.00 donation for the taco bar (only gave $2.00. fuck, I donated extra last time. And yes, I'm copping attitude at a charity potluck). Appreciated my new boss for a few minutes when she made me laugh. Wrote yet another letter I know will be ignored to some fuck who bounced a check. Ate a christmas cookie. Stole some tortillas from work (not really stealing, but everyone acts like potluck leftovers are beneath them, so I take things home in stealth). Was grateful that not snowing today = not shoveling today. Acknowledged that my carnival squash is rotting, but neglected to throw it out. Wondered how long it will sit on the table before it starts to smell. Wrote some kind of stream-of-consciousness prose in my blog but was careful to tend to grammar and punctuation, as is my compulsion. Except for the sentence fragments. I happen to be fond of them. And as Lindsay likes to say: Bacher out.

Who the fuck is Bacher? Seriously. That's not my name. It's just what I go by now because I'm married.