My toes are cold and I love it! I love putting on cushy socks and snuggling. I love looking out at my copper Japanese maple as I curl up in front of a warm laptop with the Blues Brothers snoozing around me. I love the sharp, bright autumnal sunlight cutting through the clear crisp air. (Except when I'm driving after hard day staying late at school and it cuts through the supposed protection of the filtered windshield, I and my dark Italian movie star oversized sunglasses and zaps into the back of my eyeball, causing my retina to explode into Zambelli-mixed colors that I can enjoy while I try to get home safely.) This is the middle of my favorite time of year, and I'm groovin'!
A word about the title of this blog...
I just always loved the goofy idea of the inspiration of the Holy Spirit being something I wanted, but could not always handle. It's that struggle with the desire for grace in this cracked pot that made me dream up the name Lamb'sBreath. Then I try to Google my blog (oh, come on EVERYBODY Googles themselves!) and I discover that Lamb's Breath is a term for hallucinogenic smoke! It's a pothead movement!!! It's a label for organized loopiness! Oh nooooooo! What a disaster, and I thought I was being so original. ~sigh~
Truly, there is nothing new under the sun, and I'm just PROVING that each time I think I'm such a smartypants, I fall flat. Well, giggle all you want, I will not accept your pity! Unless it comes in the form of monetary assistance or helpful editing/creative advice!
Saturday, October 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Fussing
"When are we going to see your blog, Ellen?"
Farmer Kenny
You know, the last time I did something popular, I bought a pair of pleated, pegged pants in 1983. Still smarting from that blunder, I can't believe I'm hazarding another foray into a trend. I admire me some good writing - there's great storytelling and commentary going on all over the ether, and I know I've only lurked around the edges. I'm inspired by Mrs. Kennedy and the Blurbdoocery, and Mightygirl, and it's true that I wouldn't know anything about this if it weren't for Liz and her Smithical world. Prospect? Daunting! If I can't be any one of those lovely folk, or since NakedJen is already, well, spreading her fairydust hin und her; if I can't just jump in late and charm the blog world and act as though it had been nothing before I came along, why should I even try? Now, I know that's the addictive personality talking, and I'm supposed to live just for today and be glad for what I have and try new challenges without expecting terrible things to happen. So, what, is this supposed to be good for me? Fun? A challenge? I laugh in the face of spiteful commentary! Gugh. Have mercy, Lord.
Farmer Kenny
You know, the last time I did something popular, I bought a pair of pleated, pegged pants in 1983. Still smarting from that blunder, I can't believe I'm hazarding another foray into a trend. I admire me some good writing - there's great storytelling and commentary going on all over the ether, and I know I've only lurked around the edges. I'm inspired by Mrs. Kennedy and the Blurbdoocery, and Mightygirl, and it's true that I wouldn't know anything about this if it weren't for Liz and her Smithical world. Prospect? Daunting! If I can't be any one of those lovely folk, or since NakedJen is already, well, spreading her fairydust hin und her; if I can't just jump in late and charm the blog world and act as though it had been nothing before I came along, why should I even try? Now, I know that's the addictive personality talking, and I'm supposed to live just for today and be glad for what I have and try new challenges without expecting terrible things to happen. So, what, is this supposed to be good for me? Fun? A challenge? I laugh in the face of spiteful commentary! Gugh. Have mercy, Lord.
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