There are so many times throughout my week that I look around at something going on around me and think, I should write about this.  I will try to remember exact words that were said or funny details, and I will get really excited because I really love to write.  But by the time I get home from work and throw something not-terrible together for dinner and make sure that the dog has been taken out and wipe down the kitchen counters for the hundredth time that day, all of the excitement is gone.  I have missed so many things worth remembering.    It has been a weird whole year.  Like everyone…

June makes me grouchy.   I know that’s really stupid.  A whole month?  What in the actual hell kind of sense does that make?  Well, here’s the thing.  Ever since I became a single mom, the month of celebrating dad simply pisses me off.  Now don’t get me wrong…I love my dad a whole lot, but this post isn’t about him; it’s about me.  And I have made some pretty awful choices in the areas where my babies’ daddies are concerned.  They each have one common denominator: my complete lack of good sense and judgment.   For the most part, I don’t really even talk to Rat Bastard on Father’s Day.  To…

Today is Saturday, and it is a beautiful day outside.  Hot as hades, but still quite lovely and bright sunshine-y.  Despite waking up with a headache because I had an extra glass of sparkling rose last night, I really wanted to not waste any part of my weekend off.  I have been in the house buying funk for a couple of days, and I’m trying to shake it off.  For the most part, I have shaken it off.  Not to the point that I want to really keep looking, but enough that I’m not totally sad about it now.  I’m still in the “I don’t know” stage where I can’t…

“What if the only resolution you made this year was to love yourself more?” I just realized that I only wrote six times in 2013.  The year before, it was 45.  Prior to that, 84.  What happened to my creativity?  I feel like I should write more so that I can remember the things that have made me laugh and maybe even the things that have left me scarred.  Overall, I think that 2013 was good to me.  It was a year of trying to adapt to changes and learning just how resilient I can be when I have no other choice.  I had to get used to my dad…

Things have been changing.  Aren’t they always, though?  I write so intermittently anymore that it is impossible for them not to.  I wish that I had more time to write.  The mood tends to strike me when I’m in my car, or at work, or otherwise involved in something that does not allow for a pen and paper or a laptop.  Free time is a myth anymore.  I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have a hundred things scribbled into my agenda.   I started a new job four weeks ago.  I needed a change of pace, a change of scenery, a change of everything.  Parts of me are incredibly excited about…

A couple of weeks ago (on a Saturday), I was having a fabulous day.  I was at work, having a really cute day…cute dress, cute hair, cute wedges.  I was rocking it out, feeling like I had it all together.  For once, my work day didn’t suck.  My customers were happy, my employees were happy, I was happy.  It was good. Then, when I was on my way out to the parking lot at the end of the day, walking with one of my favorite associates, having a random conversation, I tripped all over myself and face-planted right in the middle of the sidewalk.  One minute I was standing, being…

“Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” -John Lennon I have been absent from the blogosphere lately…. So for the most part, Kylie and I are hanging in there in Raleigh.  Some things seem to be easier than they were in the beginning.  I alternate between trying to decide if I’m crazy for being here and convincing myself that this was the right decision all along.  We have lived here for almost a year, but the last twelve months only seem to be a blur to me.  My days run together in the bustle of getting Kylie to and from school, making it to work, and retaining my dwindling sanity.  Work…

I have lived in Raleigh for almost five months now.  The time has flown and dragged simultaneously.  It feels like I blinked and the entire summer flew by, but at the same time, so much has gone on since June when we began our new life here.   There were fleeting moments when I didn’t think that things were going to work out.  I imagined numerous ways that I could make an escape if necessary.  I thought about quitting my job and going back to Winston-Salem where I wasn’t much happier, but at least I had someone to help with Kylie.  I considered packing everything into (another) U-haul and driving straight…