The Year of My Socks, Two-Thousand and Eighteen
After implying pretty directly on Monday that Important Thoughts Would Come Soon! (meaning the following day, aka yesterday), I was pretty much double dog daring The Universe, The Fates, Dr Doom, or whomever you prefer to blame to intercede and render my half-baked schemes asunder by spinning things all pear-shaped. And since insert your symbolic … Continue reading Day 9, The Smoldering of The Fates
Life is what happens...
I'll totally forgive you if you figured I'd given up already, considering I went all weekend without a so much as a peep. I'm not going to lie, this business of 30 goals in 30 days is actually a bit harder than I'd originally thought, but keep your shorts on and we'll get to that … Continue reading Days 5, 6, and 7
It's Friday here, and I'm working hard to make sure I accomplish today's goal, so I gotta keep this short. Which, given my propensity for meandering off onto tangents about things like bee pollen and brown sugar Pop Tarts, could potentially prove to be a bit of a problem. Luckily, explaining my Day Four goal … Continue reading Day Four (is kinda about haiku)
Facing my great foe The treadmill fell to my stride Day Three goal, achieved! Not pictured: aforementioned vanquished treadmill Actually Pictured: the socks worn to vanquish said treadmill
At the end of yesterday's post, I teased that today's goal would be one that was nearly a decade in the making. To be specific, it's actually been 9 years, 6 months, and 13 days, which is honestly a damned long time. I mean, I've got a kid that's only (roughly) three quarters of a … Continue reading Day Two
Somehow it's already 11 pm and I'm just now starting to write today's post. When I was doing the Daily Sock, I'll admit that happened all too often as well, but I had kind of hoped not to already be pushing the limits of what could be accomplished in a day on Day. Freakin'. One. … Continue reading Day One
I decided it was time to try something new with my life. Nothing too drastic, of course. After all, I'm largely stuck with my family -- which is good, because I kinda like the goofballs, even when they are driving me batshit crazy -- and I actually do tend to both enjoy my coworkers and … Continue reading Day Zero
Last year’s pair of socks...
We adopted another furry guy today, because Smoky (foreground) needed a buddy to play with. Bandit -- see what we did there? -- is pretty much Smoky's chromatic opposite, but they are on the exact same page when it comes to playtime. I took this earlier, some many hours after their first meeting, and the … Continue reading New Dog Is New, Good Dogs Are Good
