Today I am crying because: Christmas is coming. It’s July. JULY. And I’m all over here like:
“Wahhhh” Sobbing at my desk at work. Festering and dwelling. Telling the guys in the back as they walk by “Wow my allergies are awful today” ::insert phony laugh:: Yeah… They are not buying that I am sure.
Why? Because these “Christmas in July” sales are getting me thinking about December. And Christmas will be here and I am NOT. NOT NOT NOT NOT. Not at all mentally prepared for the shared custody at Christmas this year. Continue reading “TICB: Christmas”
I’m attracted to the night sky. For as long as I remember I have dreamed of the stars and the moon.
My Grandfather taught me the planets in order from the sun before I knew the alphabet (Back when Pluto was included)
I spent my nights praying to the sky after he died. Continue reading “Saturn.”
Seriously. Today I broke down and cried because of Mashed Potatoes. I was at Wegmans and I saw they had boxes of instant mashed potatoes on clearance for $0.76 per box. I picked up 4 boxes. And then out loud I said:
Where the hell will I even keep these. I don’t have a kitchen.
I cried. Standing in the isle, in front of a shopping cart with 4 boxes of mashed potatoes, a 12 pack of Blue lights and Chobani yogurt. Continue reading “(Today I Cried Because)TICB: Mashed Potatoes.”
First of all. Brandi Carlile is my mother effing spirit animal. Her music hits me straight in the heart every time I hear her beautiful voice.
J is in school getting a certification right now. He wants a better job and he wants to find a place to work where he can be happy. On top of that he is in the process of buying a home for the first time after renting for as long as he has been on his own. He is in a band and they have been practicing and performing. And he has me. Poor guy has a full plate. Continue reading “My own two feet”
A whole lot of married life memories attached to this holiday. It will be hard to be up at the lake and not think of days past.
The boat that I lost in the divorce. My fishing buddy. My partner for late night Euchre grudge matches. Continue reading “Independence Day.”