Stir it up.

Oh so stagnant. It's time to try this "blog" thing for reals. Again. (If you can name all of the blogs I've had, I'll write a post in your honor.) I remember lifetimes ago vowing to be interesting, and to never talk about what color my socks are, but to hell with the old rules.

Right now I am wearing thick blue socks. These are not sexy socks. In fact, they're snowboarding socks, that I just might've used all of twice for snowboarding. They're great staffroom socks though, I tell ya.

Moving on before I start up the banal weather chitchat. Though it will come up later, I assure you.

I have memories of overgrown sweatpea plants in my backyard. We brought them home one Mother's Day in styrofoam cups, and let them multiply. I marveled at the smooth round brown seeds at the end of the season, but for some reason didn't try to eat the green pods until many years later. Occasionally there would be a big, almost Japan-worthy spider suspended in between, and I would feed it ants, picking them up one by one, trying to get them to stick in the right places. Yep, I was one of those kids.

Those were some good memories. Thanks ants.

Thants.