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In this day and age, every little bit you do to help the environment helps. Conserving energy is one of the major global concerns, and those efforts start right there in your home. But when the summer comes, many homeowners don’t give a…
The month of March. I had never found anything particularly exciting
about this span of 31 days that takes up space once a year. Sure, there
is St. Patrick's day, a really neat celebration, especially for those
of us of Irish decent. But aside from that, March has always just been
My view on March has changed a bit.
For some reason, the month of March has been ordained as a extremely
important month in my life. For the last two years, March… Continue
Added by Angela on February 16, 2010 at 11:15am —
Self-evaluation is never easy. No one likes to admit when, or how many
times, they are wrong. This is especially true for me. But,
self-evaluation is necessary for any real, beneficial changes to occur
in ones behaviors.
And it seems on days that I am most adament about avoiding the
blemishes on my character, my husband turns into a gigantic, gaudy
mirror, waiting with baited breath to point out that I'm not as sweet
as I claim to be.
I am not one to have an easy time with pregnancy in the first
trimester. I'm the mama with her head in the toilet, the trash can, the
parking lot of Target, the random grocery bag I find lying in my car.
It's just not a pretty thing. There is no beauty, no poise, no food
left in my stomach. But it is also during this time that I am most
excited at the prospect of this new little life inside of me.
Today I had a very surreal experience on my everyday commute to work. It is not often that this drive is cosmically metaphorical, it's not even fun, exciting, or interesting. It's typically just a boring stretch of road that leads to another boring
stretch of road, that leads me straight to my 8 hour prison cell.
Sedentary Land. Sit, type, file, email, talk on the phone. Ooops I'm
depressing myself!! Back to cosmic drive :)…