I like music. I love music. I greatly esteem music. The first site I crank up on any given morning is last.fm. (Spotify has too many ads.) Even before facebook. Or real-life coffee. That’s big. While my musical taste is kind of eclectic, my first music-love is country. I love it down to the ground. … Continue reading I Blame Texas. But Not Really.
‘We look like a couple of nerdy backpackers.’ ‘That’s because we are.’ On Monday, Sarge and I went to Newcastle (ish) to visit a friend of mine from University (the first one). She was the friend from this post and featured in the beginning of this one. Through no fault of our own we’d seen … Continue reading On The Road: The Nerdy Backpackers
When I was a kid, and Father’s Day or his birthday rolled around, I would buy my Dad a tie. Or a wallet. I wasn’t very creative back then. At Christmas, people would get something from the craft-fair at school. Nothing with glue or dried macaroni on it, because I thought that was a waste … Continue reading It’s Not A Tie
I spent much of my first year at University pulling all-nighters with my friends. We would raid the vending machine down the hall, try to stuff each other into the washing-machines and make plans to go bungee-jumping. I also had them draw me a hideously clichéd tattoo. Of course. Some more time was spent figuring … Continue reading Always Choose To Dance
And click here to see the second thing to make me cry happy tears today! Thanks, Dad.
Sharon at Hyperactive Inefficiency and Susan at LostnChina have given me the Versatile Blogger Award. This means a, you really, really like me or b, my ramblings are truly aimless or iii, I am Waffley Versatile. I can take all three. Thanks a bunch. In the name of blogging community, I’m going to share yet … Continue reading Confessions of a Girl Scout Reject
I don't know why I'm writing this. Wait a minute. Yes I do. I'm writing this because right now I can't be anything more or less than I am. I don't feel like making something up, and pretending nothing happened. This is not fiction. Although I wish it was. I am an American. Usually I … Continue reading The Old Country