Mixed Moss

I’ve been rather silly the past few days. Slight wobbly bit there. Sorry about that. I’m feeling back to normal now.
Today I babysat for Luke and Logan while their parents were in Staff Meeting, as is my Tuesday afternoon habit. The routine is this: When I get there the boys are asleep. I eat […]

Histrionic? Yes. But I’m not happy right now. I hate being over-dramatic because I think it’s selfish, but if you can’t do it on a blog, where can you do it?
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By Simple Plan
Do you ever feel like breaking down?
Do you ever feel out of place?
Like somehow you just don’t belong
And no one […]

“…the blues are because you’re getting fat or because it’s been raining too long. You’re just sad, that’s all. The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?” -Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Ever have a day when you pretty much can’t […]

Today Ted brought his roommate’s camera to the cafe. It’s a Nikon D70. The camera I’ve wanted for like three years now. Holy freaking cow.
Apparently, his roommate bought it on a whim two months ago, and has only taken it out once since then. Can you imagine? That’s like marrying a woman and then […]

Today I watched Swing Time, a movie with Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. I want a lovely dress with a Ginger Rogers skirt, all flow-y, ruffly chiffon that swishes at the bottom and swirls out when you dance. And I want someone to dance with me like Fred danced with Ginger. Just because I like […]

So last night I had my bi-weekly freak-out session. About once every two weeks I freak out and think that I am a loser and I have no marketable skills and will never get a job and will be evicted from my apartment and will default on my loans and have terrible credit for the […]

…as requested! Here are Steve and Steve riding piggyback at the Labor Day cookout.

A famous architectural landmark– it used to be a convent, now it is a nightclub; a took-took; a view of the volcano they call Agua from across the Antigua city square they call “Central Park”; a view of the statue on my walk into Antigua; my friend Rachel with some of the children from the […]