WPW: Orange!

Orange

It’s his favorite color.

His favorite jacket is a hoodie.

His favorite cars are Jeeps and Audis.

His favorite kitchen ware is his knife set.

Squeal Like A Little Girl

Within me is a battle between whether this is a blog worthy story or not.

So, if no, then I apologize.

However, I must consider the other crap I put up here, and suddenly this story doesn’t seem so… crappy?

On Saturday, while lying around in bed at two o’clock in the afternoon, the Effing Mr. Pink Ears Floyd Kitty would NOT leave my closet alone. We tried squirt bottles, throwing shoes, and well, also throwing the squirt bottle.

Nothing would work. He was obsessively after something in the closet.

Landon mused, “Probably a mouse.”

Should I Be Mad At Amazon? Or Colorado?

Dear Colorado-based Amazon Associate:

We are writing from the Amazon Associates Program to inform you that the Colorado government recently enacted a law to impose sales tax regulations on online retailers. The regulations are burdensome and no other state has similar rules. The new regulations do not require online retailers to collect sales tax. Instead, they are clearly intended to increase the compliance burden to a point where online retailers will be induced to “voluntarily” collect Colorado sales tax — a course we won’t take.

Follow The Yellow Brick Road

There are a few things in life I particularly adore.

In the last few weeks, I have been experiencing these things at a quicker rate than usual. I’m blaming it on my increased positive mood due to the approaching change of seasons. While I have been trying to focus on reasons to love the winter, it is becoming increasingly obvious that spring time is only around the corner.

Evidence:

Things I Effing Love

Things I love:

Chai. In the morning. With pumpkin pie spice sprinkled on top. Eff Yes!
I make it from tea leaves — not from a box. Not from a Starbucks. See how green I can be? And frugal?

New girlfriends. Seriously, girlfriends are often difficult to come by. At my age, every woman is finally comfortable being who they are, and likely comfortable with their major malfunction(s). While I’m mostly comfortable with most gals’ major malfunctions (I have them myself), it often leads to whine sessions and a whole lot of complaining. I love it when I discover a new girlfriend who is problem-solving-oriented and who is easy to talk with. And special other current girlfriends, too. They’re just as awesome as if not more effing awesome than new girlfriends

Trouser Pants Will Be the Death of Me

How much I crave the adventure of a story yet untold. So much I crave it’s untoldness so that I forget to tell and thus relieve the rest of the world of the sadness they will experience once the story is over.

When it is not written, there is no end. When it is not written, there are no rules, and only possibilities.

Yet, when you have possibilities, there is no fruition until I begin to weave a story that you might understand. That you might hear. That you might imagine with the picture book in your mind.

Crazy Like a Fox

Um, yeah. I am completely a jealous person.

For so many years (all of them), I have tried to hide it. In the last five years, I began admitting it. But admission in the verbal form makes no concessions for behaving like a jealous person. Behavior is different from emotion. Obviously.

It’s rather amusing to recall my honey saying, “No, you simply can’t be a jealous person! You don’t act like it!”

I am more jealous than a ravenous, caged beast watching a fairy eat a pancake just beyond its reach.

That’s really damn jealous, people.

Book Review! The Shift

When I received this book in the mail… let me just say it made me giddy like a little girl. Hay House (the publishing company that sent it to me), I love you. No, really.

Wayne Dyer happens to be my hands down favorite in the world of pop psychology, motivational speaking, and spiritual training. As far as I’m concerned, he’s the next spiritual teacher of his age, and his charismatic style makes it easy to listen to him.