We live in a neighborhood with lots of pets, complete with a neighborhood Lemon Face, who doesn’t want the dogs to poop in her yard, because “it’s gross.” It doesn’t matter whether we pick up after them or not. I guess she’s worried we’ll get her yard dirty? (I haven’t yet pointed out to her that the squirrels, raccoons, and stray cats don’t come with rope-attached pooper-scoopers.)
But I digress. Lots of pets– lots of dogs, in particular. I know, because Meetu likes to greet (read: snarl and lunge) at each and every one of them. Keep in mind, he’s ten pounds at his heaviest. Most of our neighbors have dogs that range from 30-100 pounds, so he’s kind of a Scrappy Doo. If Meetu could speak English, I’m fairly certain his line would be, “Let me at ’em! I can take ’em!” Gazellik likes to get in on the action, too;
Continue reading The Naming of The Bubbleses
Writers write. That’s what they say. And the paid writers write everyday.
And I haven’t been. I have really good reasons, you know– REALLY good reasons. But at the end of the day, I need to make a decision: do I want to be a secretary with Really Good Reasons or do I want to be a paid writer?
I had been writing at lunch time. I’d eat for half an hour and then write for a half an hour. It always amazed me how all I had to do was Continue reading A Promise is a Promise, No Matter How Small
Greetings fellow crew-members of Planet Earth!
It feels good to be back at the keyboard, especially for something as silly as my own thoughts. I was awake at 5:00 this morning, following a night of tossing and turning. Getting up that early would be excellent, except for the fact that today is Saturday, and I was really hoping to sleep until at least 10:00. Mebbe 11:00. Anyway, at 5:00, I decided it was time for me to start blogging again. Get my thoughts back out into the ‘sphere. So, I hopped onto the Interwebs, picked up my new home page (isn’t it shiny?) and then waited for the Internet Fairies to do Things until I get could get to writing. It took a little longer than than I expected, but here I am.
I figure this is a good spot for me to ramble about All The Stuff. And ask the really important questions, like “Why couldn’t they have named MY elementary school Rocketship?” I mean, c’mon. How cool is that name? AND I figure if I need to share an important recipe, this here’s the place. (Notice the blog is named Thoughts, Questions, Recipes? That’s why.)
So. Here we are.
Oh, I should probably introduce the cast of characters. Continue reading Riding the Rocketship