Connor Lee, the newest family member Eight days old.
He was a good baby during his visit - didn't cry much unless the pacifier fell out of his mouth. He spent most his visit resting. Cute little guy And just look at that full head of hair!
It's our weekend with Russ, but I'm letting Mom handle it - I just needed a break from him for a little while. I feel like I've had him all week:
At the park.
At the Old Mill.
Another shot from the Mill cause it's really pretty.
The whole job thing was held up by some paperwork that didn't get filed before the lady running the place went on vacation. I've been given a tentative start date of Tuesday, so we'll see how it goes
Doc has been calling me lately - texted me at midnight last night about something or another, and eventually we got tired of typing He called me again this morning since he was really too tired to chat properly last night. It's nice to hear from him; he'll be on sabbatical for a year starting in January, and the place he's going doesn't even have cell phone coverage. Thankfully, I write a lot of letters
All my other adventures revolve around shopping, which I've been doing a surprising amount of lately. I need to build up my winter wardrobe, but all the summer stuff is on sale My collection of scarves has gotten very impressive though. Also, does anyone else have a lot of trouble finding shirts in solid colors? Any that I find also tend to be sheer enough to see through
In other news, if you aren't playing over at StyleOverSubstance, you're missing out I've been keeping an eye on the comment threads and people are starting to get shrewd with their guesses.
Speaking of, I started a list of dA writers tonight, with the intention of making a pool of people to pull from for the Distinction guessing lists. Somewhere halfway through the first page, it became a point of pride - how many people do I know on dA? 400. The current answer is 400.
After I got tired of doing that, I put my sudden influx of knowledge to use to draft up some cool new usernames:
Yes, I checked, and all of these are available. I feel like I should make alternate accounts to claim them
I find myself in need of points to extend the premium memberships of both StyleOverSubstance and DailyLitRecognition. I have a Bookmark Special! Zodiac Charms ongoing right now, as well as my usual bookmark custom orders. I'd appreciate anyone who helps me out
The Writer's Smile Project
Day of the Dead Contest!
FACE YOUR FEARS
Ghost Stories Lit. Contest
Love Letter Contest
The Mention Game
iiii write instead of dreaming
but let's be honest
this poem is a nightmare
i abhor structure and punctuation
and i form silences from
just out of sight
out of mind
curling around my letters
i'm struggling but they
choke choke choke
i can't speak my mind
where i belong
so i'm here
and i wonder
how long it will take
for me to censor
these faults too
Viper sugared words numb the sting
your lies cloak a diamondback
doubt slithers within me
like a swarm of sunsdawn is
a bespeckled thought
lost in her freckles
seasonali am my home state of georgia:
chubby, at least a bit, a large state
with uneven proportions. warm rains
that light my face pink with constant
awkwardness and the summers are
humid, wet, a cloak that i used to
bury myself in like my jeans in
ninety-six degree weather. autumn
doesn't know what it's doing and
neither do i and winter chills everything.
my brown hair goes darker, darker,
but never a rich supermodel chestnut.
my skin, already not freckled enough
reflects the pale sky. and spring,
sometimes that doesn't happen.
Someone once told me
That my mind was poisoned
By the white man.
That I was already dead
To my people.
I don't believe a human being
Is inherently evil
Or wishes harm on someone.
The beauty of being a puzzle piece
Is that we're equally important
But remain different.
What?Who ate my rolls?
...You did, honey.
What? I did not. I remember having all of them in front of me, on my plate. I didnt touch them. If you wanted some, Samantha, you couldve asked! You know how I chose those.
But I didnt get them, let alone eat them!
Then it mustve been that filthy cat of yours. I swear, I turn to do something and that thing pounces. I told you to leave it outside! Didnt you feed it?
You put him outside an hour ago, remember? Oh, and thats the doorbell. I think its the plumber. Dont just sit there staring at your plate, fetch it!
Hey, come on in. Sorry for asking to reschedule I wont be here on Thursday. The pipes are this way.
Right away, sir.
. . . What did you say your name was?
And you are here to ?
Fix the pipes?
No, no. I specifically rem