Ah-choo!

Apparently I have moved to a place that is graced with the heavy presence of grain dust in the fall air. Yes, grain dust. It does a lovely job on the respiratory system. Grain dust creates a substance in my head like I have never known. I had never fucking heard of grain dust before last week when all the joy set into my sinus and nasal cavity. And the local news reports on wheat and sugar beet crops. More fun in the Midwest.

Ok, enough bitching. Things to smile about- actual work on dissertation this week, likely arrival of another mini person in my family (aunt x 4 tomorrow!), dinner party invites, success at dog class, 2 buck chuck, feminist lunches, Gray's is back, sunshine, Degrassi (shhh, don't tell), new friends, local produce, bangle spice tea, feeling like a grown up... sort of.

A little giggle haha

Here's a little guilty pleasure I like to indulge in every so often. Dorothy really tickles my fancy! Especially this time!

Things I have learned..

You pay for what you get, dog obedience classes included.

Being content and single is SO. MUCH. EASIER. Than being miserable and coupled.

Grind and brew coffee maker. Enough said.

Smiling attracts new friends.

Mowing the lawn, it’s not for the landlord anymore.

When things seem too good to be true, they usually are.

When a 4-year-old says grace and thanks God for you being able to eat lunch with her, you really do feel blessed.

Lesbians in Fargo are either 21 or LOAFs.

55 degrees and sunny is just about perfect. 3 years in Houston can help you forget that.

Dissertations don’t write themselves, no matter how hard you try.

Take Back the Night happens for a reason. Even Boone marched through the streets.

Cloth napkins can help save the earth.

No matter what is happening, the world keeps on going.

Feminism is not dead.

Old white guys are still in charge.

Virgin Post

Technically I'm not a blogging virgin. I mean, I have been with with other blogs. But they didn't last and they weren't important. They didn't mean much. So they don't count, right? I like to consider myself a born again blogger. Fresh and pure-- virginal. Because this time it counts.