“Stay away from that Greymaer guy, though, he’s a lech.” Thus spake Emily, and thus began my relationship with Mark. I was fresh out of a long, stupid engagement in which I had never once been happy, and done with a long, stupid break-up that kept…
Tag Archive for Life
Inevitable
Warning, emo rant incoming. I am making small changes. But it may be too little, too late. Sometimes it feels like I’m just killing time until the inevitable. And that’s scary as hell. A heart attack is terrifying. What if I’m in a bad place when…
Censored
I tend to censor myself, a lot, on this blog. I don’t know why – it certainly isn’t as if anyone reads it. At this point, I believe this personal little journal is as private as my old Snoopy diary with the twisty-lock ever was. Which, to be honest,…
Carol Jean
Most of us have family, in some regard or another. I, for one, have a large one. Both paternal and maternal cousins, aunts, uncles, great-aunts & great-uncles, second and third and fifteenth cousins… Growing up, I always felt a bit of a black sheep. My family never made me…
The Blue List, Episode One
I have written a lot lately about how I am scared to die – not ready to go, too young, too unaccomplished of the things I dream about, et cetera. But in all that, I feel like I haven’t talked much about how grateful I am – for the life I have…
The Big Game™
You mustn’t say the trademarked words, lest you incur the wrath of the NFL OverLords, who shall sue your little blog into oblivion for daring to make a profit on the back their intellectual property. Well, I suppose it makes sense, but it largely…rude. I mean “The Big Game”…
If I Die Young..
There are so many things I want to do in this world. Yes, the big things, like buy a house and have a baby; raise that child and get another dog. Love my husband until we die, old and content with the life we built. Write novels and publish…
Stank, the inevitable Sequel
For those of you who follow this blog (and, bless your little heart for that!), you may remember the horrible thing that happened to Mark & I a few weeks ago. It STUNK and we were dreading the clean-up. Well, we dreaded it with good reason because Holy Mother…
Babies on the Brain
A hundred years ago, and I say this with only anecdotal information so I am probably utterly mistaken, getting knocked up was easier. You got married (or not), had sex, and *boom* a kid was born. Now, naturally, not every single sex act results in a child, and some…
Twinges
I have twinges. Twinges of guilt, twinges of fear, twinges of regret. Twinges in my heart. Not my metaphorical heart, my literal, physical heart. I am too young to die. But of course, that’s silly. People die…