I needed a night out. There had been stressors at home, stressors in the classroom, stressors elsewhere. Nothing major; just relentless. A few hours away from it all would be just the ticket.
My Vino Support Group (VSG) showed up for a girls night out at one of those painting and wining places. Joining us at
Painting With a Twist were my fellow MileHighMamas writers Gretchen and Ratna. The bunny-ear bomber was quite cool, and a good artist.
Obviously, we had a blast. Not only did I get to hang out with friends, but I got to turn a blank canvas into something pretty (well, not hideous) and bebop to good music at the same time. All while sipping
Apothic Red (do you love it, too? what the heck is in that to make it so good?).
Continue reading Going Rogue. Or is that Rouge?
I woke up the other morning in the middle of a bad dream. I’d been dreaming that someone had not only pulled my dog’s tail, but had pulled it OFF.
In my pre-dawn dream world, my poor Dexter, proud wagger of a lush and expressive plume, would forever have to live with this amputation. And so would I.
The closest interpretation I can find of my bad dream is
this: “To dream of an animal’s tail represents obstacles and aggravation in situations where peace was anticipated.”
Well, I DID spend time on Facebook. I’m open to other guesses you may have what this dream may mean.
I had trouble shaking the feeling of anger and fear I woke up with. I remained in a grumpy mood all day. #firstworldproblem
Do you remember your dreams? Which ones stay with you more — good dreams or bad dreams? Do you try to find meaning in the ones that stay with you?
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#MicroblogMondays? Whazzat? A post that’s not too long. Head to Stirrup Queens to join the fun.
It’s been a particularly gorgeous spring here in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. We’ve had milder temperatures and more moisture than in previous years.
Dexter and I walk almost every day. Here are some of photos I’ve taken #onmywalk over the last nine weeks. With a bonus pic of Dex on the deck.
Continue reading Springtime in the Rockies
Did you know that in the early 1960s, more than 20,000 Americans a year
named their baby girl Lori? The name had a second wind in the early 1970s, a resurgence in which 13,000 more Loris came into existence for each of two consecutive years. I need to ask my Canadian contemporary Loribeth if the trend was true in her country, as well. Data and image via Randy Olsen presenting his data here.
(As a side note, apparently, Loris tend to be
hairdressers and Democrats. Click here for a fascinating video of the evolution of girls’ names.)
Anyway! Through #MicroblogMondays, I met another of the laurel-crowned.
Lori Shandle-Fox is a card-carrying, comedienne, blogger, essayist, and author, AND she spells her name the right way. Continue reading The Other Lori