TICB: Christmas

TICB: Christmas

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”

Saturn.

Saturn.

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.”

(Today I Cried Because)TICB: Mashed Potatoes.

(Today I Cried Because)TICB: Mashed Potatoes.

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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.”

My own two feet

My own two feet

First of all. Brandi Carlile is my mother effing spirit animal. He 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”