I made a birthday cake for the boyfriend of a friend of mine.  He's turning 40, so it was an "over the hill" sort of theme.  I made a mountain - or the upper part of a big mountain - all brown with little bits of grass here and there and gray rocks around the base...and at the bottom of the cliff at the back of the mountain.  Then I made little signs like you'd see while hiking a trail, and on them were numbers: 5, 10, 15 and so on up to 40.  The top of the mountain had a white drape of snow, upon which I wrote the requisite "Happy Birthday" message.  The signs - construction paper glued to toothpicks - the only inedible part of the project - began a the bottom and pointed the way up a winding, zig-zagging trail to the top of the mountain.  The "40" sign was at the back, angled down, pointing at the rocks at the bottom of the cliff.  Over the hill.  I should have taken a picture.

This morning while doing my morning blog-check, I came across Sheila's post here, which linked to these two posts, which I read and immediately thanked Sheila for linking to them in the first place.  Go check them out - the topic - loosely - is body image...self image...what we see when we look at ourselves,… Continue reading Molting

When a door seems to be opening...a door you've been wishing would open but never expected it to...shouldn't you take that step?  Wouldn't it be foolish to ignore it?  How much would you kick yourself later if you don't?  If not now, when?  And what if, besides that door, other doors...and windows, show signs of… Continue reading Doors

No, not the computers, the apples. It's apple-picking time.  Last weekend we took the kids and my sister's kids on our nearly-annual apple-picking journey.  All the kids look forward to it, and every year it's over so quickly - so many ripe apples to pluck and only so much space in the bags they give… Continue reading Macs

I went to Staples on my lunch break yesterday. I needed it. I needed it bad. I only planned to get a large wall calendar to put up in the kitchen so I can keep track of the kids' (well, Alex's) school deadlines and events, and Bill's gigs, and my own whatever I have. But… Continue reading Junkie

In my brain - not outside. I was up til after eleven last night trying to catch up on things, computery things, and then I was awake for maybe another hour just thinking of more things to do.  And I was tempted to get up and get the laptop back out and just work on… Continue reading Morning Fog