I’m back in hurricane mode. I feel the storm turning churning and I can already see destruction in my wake.
November used to be my favorite. Pretty fall leaves, first snowfall. My birthday and Thanksgiving.
But now, Continue reading “Little Step Back.”
This might be shorter that what I DON’T miss. I am interested to see how this will turn out.
I mean I didn’t spend 11 years with someone and hate all of it. But sometimes I sit in bed, I get misty thinking of what I’ve lost… Continue reading “List: What I Do Miss”
Sometimes when I have a cloudy head I make a list.
Not so many clouds lately. The forecast has been quite sunny. Minus the Tick in my butt.
But I was thinking this morning on my commute to work. About all the things I do not miss about my old life.
So here it is: Continue reading “List: What I Don’t Miss”
Because today we are a nation divided.
We… I… need this!
Here are some funnies to make us giggle. Forget the division. And lighten up: Continue reading “Sometimes we just need to be goofy”
Last night I went to urgent care. I had a tick head removed from my … Butt.
I write this blog because I needed an outlet for my mind. I always hoped one experience I write about can bring solace to someone. Or maybe inspire them. But this post is strictly to give insight into how goofy my luck is. I always say my life would make a great sitcom, on HBO of course. It would be called “The Shit Show”. And it’s doomsday election day here in the states, so we need to laugh. Continue reading “Shit Show: Because You Might Need a Laugh…”
Every time his dad drives away with him. I die. A little inside. When the car door shuts and I … Continue reading I die.
It’s NOT a LOVE triangle though… DEFINITELY.
So I’ve been officially divorced for almost a year now (One month from today is the year).
I have been dating J for a little over a year.
I have been a Mom for two and a half.
I was a Wife for 7.
And so far I have been a stable emotional being for 0 years.
I know now with my new life is new obstacles. Most of which I am not ready for.
Now here is the scenario: Continue reading “The Wrong Kind of “Love” Triangle.”