Loving…this sign at the diner this morning.
Packing…for a quick trip back to Kansas City this weekend.
Listening…to the Pandora station: Wynton Marsalis – so good!
Archiving…my entire email inbox into a file to deal with later. I need a fresh start before getting woefully behind again!
Popping…some Pop Rocks Scott brought home to me earlier this week – as a fun surprise.
Stressing…a little over…
Knowing that I would be somewhat isolated in a hotel room for a few weeks, I decided to tackle a travel album about our trip out west. I have to admit, it took me a little while to get back into the swing of things. It’s been since before our move that I’ve done any significant scrapbooking to speak of. I am not a good cropper. I don’t particularly enjoy scrapbooking anywhere else but home. It’s…
In my greatly imaginative mind, I am living the life of Eloise. — “Eloise endlessly roams the landmark hotel in search of adventure. She attends weddings, invited or not. She spies on debutantes as they dance in the Terrace Room. Her morning routine includes helping the maid change the sheets, even if she doesn’t ask for help.” — All I need is a British nanny and a dog, Weenie, who looks like a cat. — That’s my (mind’s) story and I’m sticking to it! #hotelliving #omaha #oldmarket #roadtrips4up
Grant it, this will be a bit of a soapbox posting. I suppose everyone has that ‘thing’ (or two) that really drives them over the edge. It might not even be that big of a deal to someone else, but to you, it’s maddening.
Such is this post.
I am sitting in the dining room of our hotel, with my laptop, reader and camera. I’m in the far corner, and most likely, completely unnoticeable – just as I had…