Whatcha Thinkin’?
I saw this “Community Issues” board on the wall at a coffee shop in Vermont. I like it. What a great way for people to voice thoughts, concerns, opinions in a simple and peaceful way.
I saw this “Community Issues” board on the wall at a coffee shop in Vermont. I like it. What a great way for people to voice thoughts, concerns, opinions in a simple and peaceful way.
Just as I was finishing up writing about how random friends and followers send me links to cool stuff, this one came in.
I don’t think it’d take long for any of us to dig up a hilarious kid flaming out with Santa photo. We all have them. Until you find yours, check out Sketchy Santas, a blog chucked full of good ones. I especially love this one. This poor little girl is running for her life as this particular Santa looks on thinking; Mwahh-ahh-ahh….I’ll get you my pretty!
I’m on more of a “live it” than a diet in life. It’s just a whole lot more fun. So I have to run a few more miles, so be it. Here’s a diet I’m a big fan of that I’ve just been reading about for all of you out there who think you can’t have it all! Eating 6 cookies a day as part of the deal? Oh yeah, sign me up. Just throw a salad and a run or two in your week along with a few apples and you’re healthy as all get-out.
It took me months and months after writing here to ever start listing “I write” when people asked what I did or what my hobbies were. I’ve never taken a writing class or thought that I could be a writer. What I have always thought though, is that I have seen so many amazing things, met so many incredible people and had far to many eye-opening adventures in my 31 years not to find a way to share them somehow. Why not just start babbling and hope some super-experienced official writer doesn’t show up someday to rip me a new one about how I am a disgrace to “real” writers everywhere.
We love you Aunt Bethany.
Somehow the “Oh my god- stop!” your friend Chelsea blurts after stuffing your face with the most amazing food ever is way more fun than just driving by a house like this yourself on a rainy Wednesday night in Richmond, VA.
I’m sitting in a coffee shop, which is often my office happily sipping a de-lish morning java and working away. I’m can’t help but watch and listen to this professionally dressed attractive woman babbling and pacing on her cell phone. (Clearly she thinks she’s either at a NASCAR race or surrounded by four of her own walls she’s so loud.) I could care less (actually, I love it) considering this is a prime example of why I’ll always have endless writing material. I’m all about people being able to do whatever the hell they want, when they want, however- as well-dressed and attractive this woman might be, she just looks like a complete obnoxious idiot. She is so “that guy.” As the other people around us are having friendly chats with pals and work meeting with other physically present humans, they are shooting her looks of death. You know- that “Shut up before I smack you lady! I’m trying to relax and talk to someone here!”
I saw these in a grocery store yesterday. I can’t say I have really been itching to take photos of many boxes of granola bars in my life (I mean really- how many granola bars are that thrilling) but I thought this one was brilliant.