Road, road, roadrunner rolling down the road, tryna find me another Shawshank, June 29, 2026 Let me preface this and say, the last 2-3 have generated more tornado warning than I saw in the first 2 years that I’ve been here. Needless to say, we survived another tornado warning. I totally not making light of all the warnings. But they really need to dial in the actual let’s page every phone in the whole southeast to tell them they’re in the path of a tornado. I mean we weren’t in the path, but I’m sure some community was but when you get the emergency page, and it doesn’t apply to you, it’s still a scary time. And of course when we get the warning, I pause Grey’s Anatomy, and we’re outside, looking like idiots for a tornado. SPOILER ALERT: No tornado touched down in or around TinyTown. We’re all safe here. But today, it’s bright and sunny (at this exact minute). I’m sure it’ll change. We have hours of nice weather, not days. And it’s rained every fucking day. If I wanted that, I’d move the whole family to Vancouver. Alright, let’s start the day. It’s Monday. It’s sunny. And there’s birds playing outside. Time to start the new week. And we always start the new week; with a second cup of coffee. Life blogbloggercoffeejournalmorningspersonal blogTinyTown
She’s sick January 6, 2022 I took the afternoon off from work. She said I didn’t have to, but no one should be sick by themselves. I ate two bites of my ramen, and walked back to work to tell BossLady that I’d see her next week. Stopped at the store, grabbed some crackers, and… Read More
Life Baby, it’s the thistle in the kiss October 13, 2020 Another day, another night of weird dreams. Batman, living above a mall which was also a university. Strange, I say, strange. I was still tossy turny, and stuffed up, but I think it’s getting better. If not, I’m told I’ll be going to the doctor. Coffee is brewing. It was… Read More
Life If you don’t like who’s in there, vote em out November 3, 2020 Welp, I’ve had better sleeps. It was awesome until around 5 or 6 I think. You see my grandmother has dementia. It was just a bad dream of it getting worse. The terrible thing; I’d wake up, and fall back asleep, and the dream continued. I feel terrible, because in… Read More