Author: Mihow

I love Spring. It’s even taller right before dusk. I love it when the grass is just cut, pieces are thrown onto curbs like hair on the barber shop floor. I used to really want sidewalks. As a kid, I wanted them. I wanted to walk on them all the way across the world. Sidewalks,…

I just ordered 45 dollars worth of stuff from here. Some of it is for Nicole, the woman I work with who’s having a baby, some of it will be for Toby and I. I just couldn’t resist a t-shirt or two. :] (I blame Missy, for encouraging the spending of my money).

Michele has disappeared. I took over. Where should we honeymoon? Give your ideas. The winner gets to pay for it!

Well, I had a great weekend. I didn’t want it to end. In the midst of all the anti-war protesters, Nico came on down via Amtrak to hang out and see stuff about things. We visited the National Zoo on Saturday. And, though I love the little goobers running around those parts, it was sort…

Toby bought me a ring this weekend. And I am elated. I am jumping around like an idiot. It’s so pretty. It’s so nice. Thing is, I won’t have it as my own until next weekend as they’re making it for me and the wait is strangely exciting. I’m still shocked we got a diamond.…

Lately I have had some skin issues. I never have had them in the past, I was a “lucky” gal blessed with freckles, and since I was forced to have spots all over my face, I was spared pimples and the like. Lately, my skin has been acting up. It’s not horrible, but it’s annoying…

You know what? You were wrong about the meaning of the word ‘retard’. It means to ‘hinder’ or to ‘hold back’. I think we can both safely say that your life is about to become retarded.

That’s it, I’m building an arc.

Getting to work today reminded me of when I had my impacted wisdom teeth pulled from the depths of my jaw and I threw up for two days and spent the next two weeks wishing life were easier, that if I was to be forced into going out again and acting “normal”, I could chew…

Yesterday actually got worse. I was hurrying to finish mocking up a new project, handling an exacto blade is something I’ve done for years. But yesterday I cut my finger so badly and in such and odd manner I was forced to have half of my fingernail removed. 3 ER doctors, numerous shots of numbing…