Midnight-esque Mindless Mental Meanderings

I'm supposed to be asleep.  

At the very least, I'm supposed to be in bed.  

Often, these posts are written while I'm in bed, working on that whole, "sleep" concept.

Tonight, however, I'm not even in bed yet.  

Yes, my friends, it is 1 am and I'm actually using a desktop computer to write this thing.

How exciting does life get around here?  

Woohoo.

Viva La Substance and La Fluff!

"You know . . .  it's just life.  And sometimes it doesn't matter, and sometimes it does.  Sometimes we need to cry, and sometimes tears are exactly what we need to have to heal.  But it's all fragile, so try to be gentle, loving and sincerely care.  I still believe love sent into the Universe is never wasted, regardless of its reception."

Capers of Culinary Creativitousness

"When you are diagnosed with something that requires a dietary restriction, the one thing you CANNOT do is try to substitute for things you love!  Just don't!  Because all you'll do is torture yourself to tears!"

Good advice.  Thank you!

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You know you were just itching for a thought-provoking, life-affirming, and otherwise "Ooooh"-inspiring post from me! Admit it! Come on, you had to have been!


Okay so maybe this is worth reading. Maybe not. Either way, you might as well continue, to find out why.

Don't Forget to Breathe...

You know, sometimes it amazes me just how often we fail to really appreciate the incredible beauty of the world around us.

The Ramble of the Butterflies

Lately I've developed a certain fondness for butterflies.  While one could argue that's perfect for me, as I'm so “flighty” and such, I would have to not only agree, but also expand on that (and likely use many, many words to do so.  In fact, I think I might use pictures this time, too!).  Because the more I think of butterflies as a metaphorical symbol, the deeper and more amazing they seem.

Ramblers Anonymous

Hello, and thank you for gathering here today.  I’d like to start by telling you a secret.  I am a rambling babbler.  Wow... I can’t believe how it feels to get that off my chest!