So this week has been amazing. I've been super busy but I've really seen what the Lord is doing lately. There have been a couple of times where I've sat back and been like, "are you serious, Lord??" In a good way. I will probably write about this more at some point, it's really late and I'm feeling rambly and I don't want to go to bed yet.
I ate dinner by myself today. It was nice. I feel like I'm the only person on earth who will go to restaurants by myself just so I don't have to talk to anyone. As much of a yacker as I am most of the time, I really enjoy just not talking. I was going to type "silence" but when I'm by myself I'm not really silent either... I'm always thinking of something but it's nice to not have to verbalize everything in my head. It might just be lazy
CRAPPETY CRAPPIN CRAP A MOUSE JUST RAN ACROSS THE FLOOR. what do i do? im in the basement and i can't go tell the pullens, hey there's a mouse down here. he just ran from under my bed to where my CLOTHES are stacked on the floor. i KNEW i heard something last night but i didn't know what it was. WHAT IF IT HAS RABIES??? CRAP GUYS. i really don't know if i should sleep in my bed.
bleeeeeek.
im still sitting here... i have to walk past it to shut off the light and go to bed. i'm not even kidding, i couldn't have planned this blog drama better. i've already titled this post "good times." im not sure if i should change it. right at this moment, im not feeling like these are good times.
i really want to go to bed but im worried that mouse is gonna eat my stuff.... i used to have a pet mouse... THIS IS WAY DIFFERENT. i cant see it. UG thats the worst, if i only knew where it was i could... i dont know what i would do, but i'd feel better. this is a good example of the times i wish i had a husband. crap.
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Do not think me gentle because I speak in praise of gentleness, or elegant because I honour the grace that keeps this world. I am a [wo]man crude as any, gross of speech, intolerant, stubborn, angry, full of fits and furies. That I may have spoken well at times, is not natural. A wonder is what it is. (Wendell Berry)
Welcome to my brain.
I am like a giant beehive.
This blog is like the entrance into that beehive. There will be bees swarming around, trying to sting you in the face. It might hurt. I might have to bandage your wounds that I inflict upon you, but buck up little sissy, inside this beehive there are thoughts- like the sweet nectar we call honey. I like to call it "sweet nectar" though because it's cooler and more poetic. So back to the nectar. My brain-nectar has been formed into words and put on this blog. This introduction itself is brain nectar. I hope you like it. I hope you can put it on your oatmeal or in your tea. Metaphorically. ?.
This blog is like the entrance into that beehive. There will be bees swarming around, trying to sting you in the face. It might hurt. I might have to bandage your wounds that I inflict upon you, but buck up little sissy, inside this beehive there are thoughts- like the sweet nectar we call honey. I like to call it "sweet nectar" though because it's cooler and more poetic. So back to the nectar. My brain-nectar has been formed into words and put on this blog. This introduction itself is brain nectar. I hope you like it. I hope you can put it on your oatmeal or in your tea. Metaphorically. ?.
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- Incredible Recipes
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- Kelly Crull's Blog
- Kelly Wills' Website
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- Paul J's Blog
- PostSecret
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- The Boundless Blog
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- The Vaughan Collective
- Troy's Blog
6 comments:
lol.....
1. I went to dinner all by myself tonight as well. you're not alone in your aloneness.
2. move out.
oh my gosh! we had mice last year in our pipes, and some of my friends here at school have had mice on three separate occasions. they seem all cute and furry when they're pets, but totally different ballgame otherwise.
i like eating by myself, too. :)
I know this is little comfort to you, but I found this post extremely funny and entertaining to read.
Also: consider having a meat tenderizer handy.
T
A mouse died on my bag of brown sugar once. I could hear it's squeaky death rattles. I hope you got some sleep! :)
And girl, I LOVE going out to eat by myself! I figure, if you aren't good enough company for yourself, how can you be good company for anyone else?
as a future husband, i don't really know what one could have done in that mouse situation. but yes, a meat tenderizer is quite handy.
sorry, but that made me laugh way more than anything you could have made up. hahaha! sorry. i know it's gross. but oh my gosh that's hilarious.
so, are you going to finish the story? is the mouse still there?
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