Shaba

26. Married. Dog owner. Southern Virginia dwelling.
I like pretty things, baked goods, and books.
You can call me Madame Empress of the Universe.

May 1

So Many Wordy Things

Monday- open mic
Tuesday-final novel class
Wednesday-meeting with poet friend to work on a combination piece (so exciting!)
Thursday- Muse reading
Friday- memorizing my easiest poem so I can stop reading my performance stuff like a newbie.
Somewhere in there-write 4 more poems so I can *sorta* win 30 in 30, blog, send out my May submissions.

I’ve been doing a lot of work related writing this week too; it’s really cutting into my creative writing mojo. I wish I could download some sort of concentration software on my work computer, it would really help this “work ten minutes then surf the internet for 30” thing I’ve got going.

(via keeprunninggwhere)

Apr 27

Last Night In Old Married People Land

Zach and I discussed more landscaping options over wings and beer.
We talked seriously, using the words “water feature” and “trellis,” and decided on planting some red currants next to the garage. I waxed poetic about making our own jam and our increased curb appeal. Then the band started and we left the bar because it was too loud.

Lidia’s Italy in America

Literally the only cooking show I can stand any more.
Even though most of the stuff she makes I’d never eat. She’s just such a cute old broad.

Apr 26

I have a problem

I can’t let a Friday night transpire without doing laundry and drunk baking.

It’s becoming my thing.

Apr 25

“I just feel most like myself in gold lame. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that.”

Rachel Zoe (via thedailycourtney)

Gold lame is a thing I loved when I was 8 and have since given up. Maybe if Rachel Zoe is on board I can get away with it before I’m 80.

(via elizablr)

super-serious:

bigmouthsparesagain:

Something I am very actively working on. It’s really really hard.

This is pretty much my job. Which should be why I have so much anxiety.

I live my life in fear of this every day.

Apr 24

I just finished watching Bully and now I want to scoop up all the children and take them somewhere where everything is soft and nothing hurts. Somewhere like the I Dream of Jeanie lamp with lots of pillows and ice cream on demand. I want to protect them from themselves.

I’ve always thought that the opener looks like an excited man saying “hooray, wine!”

awkward-elevator:

Entire Nation Decides It Just Needs to Lie Down For a Moment

This day.

(via constantlyintransition)

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