I cannot believe I left this little blog for over a year. I will admit I was running experiment over on Tumblr ( My Tumblr page – Snippets ) and it has been kind of fun. But what it really allows me is to talk all “Arrow”, Stephen Amell, Emily Bett Rickards, et al – all of the time. I have plunked out a few fun picsets and fan art and I have waxed on and on with theories and what not. It’s been great fun. I won’t give it up. But what it hasn’t turned about to be? A true real blog. The style of the site and speed in which folks toss up gifsets, and other media doesn’t really lend itself to the type of more traditional blog I’m used to. And I’m old. So. Yeah. There you go.
2015 was a huge year. It seem to have been a big year for a lot of folks. Continue reading “Same time. . next year?”
The other day I was in the supermarket with my son and we saw Jada Pinkett Smith on the cover of “SHAPE” magazine. I was stunned into . . submission. But it wasn’t her lovely athletic (and probably somewhat airbrushed) form that had me stymied. It was her face. Even tho we see women all of the time that have some sort of surgery to improve their looks or postpone the effects of time; I just was struck. Jada Pinkett Smith. Why I was more struck that day over all of the other times in the past couple of years when I’ve seen her in the media I don’t know. But she just looked so – different than she used to. Altered. Continue reading “Injection smection! Botox ….? No Thanks!”
Yesterday morning I got stuck at the train crossing for probably the 2nd time in nearly 4 years of this commute. It has been (had been?) raining fairly steadily for the past couple of days and there was the slightest little break. So I took a few snapshots with my phone *GASP* and then tonight puttered a wee bit with a photo editor.
Don’t YOU feel lucky? Either way, there is something about trains and crossing that seems almost surreal to me. Yet homey. I cannot explain it. But it usually sends me into some sort of temporary nostalgic gauzy and fuzzy state of mind. Makes me think of summer and movies like “Super 8” or “Stand by Me” – as if I ever had an adventure even remotely as awesome as what we see in those films. But maybe I wanted one. Hmm?
Either way – it was a lovely moment. And today I’m hit with the reality that is I am now the mother of a 17 year old boy. S E V E N T E E N years old. When and how does that happen? How is it that I feel and
think like a gal in my mid 20’s and yet have to rear this beast of a boy (and deal with his ever loving funk?)?
Train tracks. Crossings. Waiting for danger to pass…and raindrops on my windshield.
On a side note this week’s Season finale of “The Walking Dead” was some of the best TV I’ve ever seen. Welcome back, Rick Grimes, you have been so sorely missed. Man I cannot wait until Season 5!!!
After seeing 4+ of his cousins smooshed on our driveway in the last rain we had, this dude booked it.