Elusive Ink

Currently Listening:
Extra Ordinary
Better Than Ezra

Well, I've had an incredibly busy few weeks, and absolutely no chance to blog until now. (Or talk to anyone...I've barely had time to breathe.) Of course, if you follow my blog you'll see I've been posting what has been occupying the free time I do have. I'm not sure why exactly I've had the compulsion to write poetry lately, but I suppose there are worse compulsions.

I'm not sure how many people read this blog, and of those (few) people, who will remember my old (and relatively popular) Xanga blog? The first ever blog post was an affectionate, and lengthy post about my favorite pair of shoes. What can I say? They were amazing shoes. I still have those shoes...although I don't really wear them anymore.

While I've gained a reputation for being the sort of girl who doesn't talk about shoes, I'm going to break that perception a little to post a picture of my new favorite shoes.

Beautiful, aye? I've been waiting for these shoes for...months.

Triumph.

Moving on...I have the most amazing dance partner on the face of the planet. My sister, Molly. How could anyone not just light up inside after seeing her giggling hysterically? Plus, she is just as happy dancing to Frank Sinatra, as she is White snake. My kind of girl. I know I get stressed out often, but even on the most stressful of days she is just a joy to be around and watch grow.

Oh! So (rapidly changing subjects here) I was standing in the kitchen last night, looking dismally upon a sinkful of dishes from lunch, and dinner the night before. Where had the dishes come from? I did the dishes the night before...and yet, they continue to multiply exponentially. They wouldn't bother me so much, if others in the house would actually make an effort to not let the dishes pile up. In addition to the piles of silverware and plates, there's always a baking sheet or two. This is a note to anyone who ever dares to cook in my kitchen: Foil your pans, if you value your life. How difficult is it, to throw a piece of foil over a pan? And it saves someone else twenty minutes of scrubbing off baked-on cheese, or steak grease later on.

Seriously people, is this only common sense to me?

More later.
-Lindsey