The Poke

Living life in my head

Sometimes I feel like I’m living life in my head.  I’ll remember that I need to send a friend a thank you note.  I'll even get so far as to plan out what I’ll say.  And then something happens, say, a lob of jell-o soars through the air, and the thank you note is forever trapped in my psyche.   Then I’ll see the friend, feel like I’ve thanked them, and then remember that I never actually wrote the note.

I do this with phone calls, emails, bills, laundry, projects, crafts, blog entries, you name it, and I’ve lived it … in my head.  You would not believe how productive I am in my head. 

This month, I’m going to move out of my head into the real world.

Rad Rosalyn’s Ridiculously Riotous Recounting

Hi Folks.  This is what I’ve been up to:

Mostly, I take naps.  It looks like this.

Other times I watch Cars with these two.

This is what they call tummy time.  I call it  … tummy time.

Here I am in my sweet ride.  That’s my mom’s sweet foot there on the left. 

And this is my friend, The Faucet.

Bye now.

new spoon

the story of a vampire’s frustrating journey into a blood bank without a straw.