Tag: cheerleader

that navel isn’t going to gaze at itself

So, it’s been a while since I’ve written anything remotely meaningful here. I was wondering about that. I mean, my blog is a little like therapy, and worth every penny. Also, you only get out of it what you put into it. I’m sure I can find another cliche to toss in here if I […]

Blood and gears.

Yeah, I could have said “Blood, Sweat, and Gears,” which I think I fell in love with back when I was a kid (thirty something years ago). But that’s so… cliche, don’t you think? We had a busy weekend, away from keyboards and blogs and even our house. We did have: Birthday cake. Swimming. Driving. […]