Friday, September 27, 2013

SM Johnson ~ Missing Coffee ~

Sorry darlings, no coffee this week. Forgot to plan ahead, and now that I'm working night shift, the mornings are kicking my ass. On the other hand, I'm almost done with the first draft of Jeremiah Quick since sometimes while working nights I get to write - sometimes I get to write a lot, which is pretty awesome and amazing, and makes me feel okay about sleeping a good bit of the day.

Both staying up all night and sleeping all day feel very, very decadent. Except when it feels very, very tired (grin).

We shall resume Thursday Morning Coffee next week, k? Thanks.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

SM Johnson ~ Watch it grow! ~

Good morning, Darlings. Welcome to coffee. Little bit of a different sort of ramble this morning, because I'm doing some squee and oosh-oosh over my plants.

When is the last time you planted a seed and really paid attention to the result? For me, it was, seriously, a bean sprout in second grade.

A couple of years ago I helped my husband and Sprite plant a small vegetable for the neighborhood rabbits, and I planted seeds, but I didn't hang around to watch them grow.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

SM Johnson ~ More Miley ~

I know, not that there's not much more of Miley Cyrus to see, right? (Heh. That's a joke. Laugh).Welcome to yet another installment of The Miley Circus! Since everybody's talking about Miley, I figured I'd better talk about her too. Even though I'm admittedly a bit late to this party - but that's nothing new - I tend to be lost in my own little world most of the time.

What alerted me to the discussion of All Things Miley was a question from my ten-year old daughter. "Mom, what, exactly, did Miley DO that has everyone so mad?"

Thursday, September 5, 2013

SM Johnson ~ Birthday Presents ~

Good morning, Darlings, welcome to coffee, and happy birthday to me!

The husband is desperately trying to get me to tell him a something he can buy me for my birthday, but honestly, I must be all filled up at the moment, because I can't think of a single thing, much to his dismay. He'd love for me to say, "Yeah, get me THIS, in blue or yellow," so he could skip off and do that.

But he can't, because I am well-satisfied.