Author: Sarra Cannon

It’s that time of year again! The local Sanrio store stocks wonderful Hello Kitty back to school items like spiral notebooks, new pencils, pencil boxes, special student planners, and of course, my favorite, notebook paper! The year before last, I went and got some paper, but I was so late getting there (August I think) that they only had a few left, so I think I got one packet. It was gone quickly. Last year, I went nutso and bought something like 6 packets. I still have 2 unopened of that kind. This year, I just can’t afford to spend…

Last night was glorious! Okay, so I had crazy dreams about some kind of wedding and then a sort of high school class reunion where I was forced to remember people that I’d rather forget forever, but that’s okay. I was asleep! I can feel the energy coursing through me today, and I know in my heart that this will be a good day. I can be productive and excited today. I will get work done and even, perhaps, tackle that mountain of laundry and the spaghetti pan that has been in the sink for twenty four hours. Today will…

Last night was a nightmare. No, I didn’t have bad dreams, I mean that it was literally a nightmare of a night. We went to bed around 1:30 and almost the second I laid down, I got a headache. I don’t know how those suckers come on so quickly and without warning some times, but it was a bitch of one and it hurt like hell. G spread some stuff called “Blue Oil” on my head and face. I got it from Aveda and it’s basically peppermint oil and is supposed to help with headaches. Maybe he put too much…

I have been stressing myself out way too much lately. The pressure of the upcoming National conference has been mounting and I’ve got so much still to do in the two weeks left before I leave. But the problem is that the more stressed I allow myself to feel, the less I get done. There has to be a delicate balance here. I really have pushed myself over the past few months and have gotten a lot done, but it’s still not where I wanted or planned to be. The trap I can’t let myself fall into is freaking out…

I honestly can hardly believe it. I know I have said before on this blog that I sometimes don’t understand why celebrity deaths even matter to me, but they do. And this one in particular. I posted this picture also because that is how I remember him most from my childhood. Michael Jackson was a man who shaped the music and dance of an entire generation… and beyond. His movements were liquid – smooth, flowing and so fast and fluid. He was the definition of “cool” and “smooth” to me growing up. My sister and I had the original ‘Thriller’…

I hate not sleeping well. Not that there’s probably anyone who says, man, I love it when I don’t sleep well, but you know what I’m saying. Last night, I just tossed and turned for hours, and when I finally fell asleep, I had nightmares. I don’t remember everything about my bad dreams, but I know that I was trapped in a building that I could get out of with people following me and trying to catch me. It was not a fun night. So how do you recover from a poor night’s sleep? Is there really any good way?…