Things to say.

Boys. Rolling Stones. Cold, wet, miserable. Satisfied. Soup-making. People watching. Sunday shopping protesting/boycotting. Laundry folding. Blog-missing. Nesting instinct kicking in. Cozy-Sunday-afternoon-movie-watching. Gym going. Shopping list making. Poverty stricken. Boy liking. Boy liking. :)

Jonesing to write. I was at the mall earlier to go to Pete's Frootique for my weekly dose of veggies and kitsch. I was eating a slice of the best pizza ever made, and watching a woman whose very existence defies description. And wishing I had a pen and paper so I could describe her in painstaking detail for you. So...I think I'm back. My desire to write things down has overcome my insane blog-block. It hasn't been a lack of desire to share. It's been a ridiculous case of an inability to write. I've been spending my online time IMing and blog-stalking, but not being able to compose even the most mundane of sentences for public consumption. And I've been feeling bad about it.

I feel so much more centred when I write. And sometimes I just need a rainy Sunday afternoon and some soup to bring that all home to me in a way that I really understand.

Expect that today's multiple posting will make up for sorely lost time. I apologize in advance. But suck it up. If you didn't want to see what I had to say? You wouldn't have been showing me the site-meter love the whole time I was AWOL. And you know? I really appreciate the love. I don't know who most of you are, but I really appreciate that you seem to care what goes on in my mundane little life. :)

Thanks for stopping by. The kettle's on--there'll be tea in a minute.