The Girl Who Learned To Kneel

A brand new Monday and a brand new blog. This is going to be fun.

I feel a little dry these days. Not sure what it’s about. I think the day after a holiday is always a little flat, or should I say humdrum. (There’s nothing I love more than pressing F12 on my Mac and coming up with fourteen synonyms.) My Easter entailed two services, one ham, and some Friendship Amish Bread. In fact, my  cousin made me my own ziplock of Amish Friendship Bread. I have to squish it in the ziplock for 10 days, and sometimes add things. I think it sounds quite laborsome, but if friendship ensues…

I think my upstairs neighbours (you know, Josh & Dee) are in a bit a of a dry spell themselves and are finding solace in the television; It’s been blaring very funny sitcoms for many hours now. Beat, beat. Laugh track. Beat. Laugh track. Beat. beat. I should bring them some chocolate chip cookies or my magic whey. One or the other will do the trick and break their lethargy. Sometimes you just need to be broken. 

Now that I have my very own domain, I am going to start taking more pictures. I would like you to have a visual of our bowl of lemons, the gray lazy boy that I have spoken so much about, the blue chairs I found at a garage sale in LA, the beetles that drive me mental, maybe a picture of me in my virginal white dress that my mother bought me – and I quote: “You look virginal.” 

Life is fun and full and I am on a positivity kick.