On January 10th, 2016, David Bowie died. The internet was suddenly aflame with people who remembered his music, his videos, his movies, and his gender-bending personas. On Facebook, I saw literally hundreds of RIP posts, photos, tributes, and articles about him. People I would have never guessed were fans,…
#FeelTheBern
Yeah, I was a little ambitious in my “three times weekly” vow from last time, but who knows? I’ll work up to it. Life has been crazy and I have been watching too much DramaFever.com to bother blogging at night. Or writing. Oops, so much for starting the new year with a…
I am rather ashamed to admit that it has been over a year since I bothered to blog here. Since I bothered to update Rhiallis’ story or talk about gaming or babble about my life. No Venna photos. No stories about Mark singing about strawberries in the pooper (don’t…
NaNo is coming. I think I wrote about it recently, but maybe not. I don’t know anymore. All these blog posts are mixed up in my head and I’m easily confused. But one way or another, as the Starks say so often (sort of), “NaNo is…
My life is not like the movies. Or the television shows. I don’t have leisurely sit-down breakfasts or suppers with my family. I don’t wear make-up in the afternoons when random neighbors pop-by for margaritas. I don’t have immaculate manicures fifty-two-weeks a year. …
Continued. So, this past year was interesting and not awful, entirely, but not great. Next year, 2015, will be different. Next year, I am going to be different. It begins in a few weeks, with my first bariatric appointment. And…
I have been fat all my life. Scratch that, I was a smallish baby – 6lbs, 9oz – but as far back as Kindergarten, I was the chubby one. It evolved as the years passed; I hit a point around 7th grade in which I had hit my (sadly)…
When I was a wee lass, during those heady high school days with Shannon, Catherine, Betsy, and M’Lynda as my closest clique of friends, I often identified as a feminist. I knew I wasn’t a Republican like them (and really, I think Shannon is the only conservative amongst us now, though admittedly…
That is sort of a disingenuous title. Because I am cuckoo for a baby. Can’t wait to have one! YAY babies! This post is not (exactly) about my biological clock issues. No. This is about the Baby Cuckoo. My Baby Cuckoo. Okay, okay. Technically, he belongs…