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Hello, February
I love a new beginning. Whether it’s the start of a new year (especially this one!) or a new month, it always feels like a fresh start. January kind of blew by for me, which makes me a little sad. I was looking forward to it for a million reasons, mostly because it meant that 2020 was over, but also because my birthday is at the beginning of the month. This year, I turned the big 4-0, and although I approached it somewhat apprehensively, I wanted to be optimistic about beginning a new decade. My twenties were kind of a train wreck, and it was only when I was about…
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Silence Please
Setting up a website is hard. Learning new things is hard. Navigating through countless YouTube videos and Google searches in order to figure out how to adjust a font size on this template is hard. It seems as though all of this should be easier. I hope that I can chalk it up to growing pains. I really want to grow here. I am currently nursing my second cup of coffee of the morning, hiding in my dining room from children who seem to constantly need every single bit of my attention. I have told them that today is a no-television day unless they watch it in their playroom. This…
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Did the Music Stop?
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…
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Goodbye, Emily
When I was growing up, it never occurred to me that specific dates would someday have major significance later in my life. They were just normal days just like the one before it and the one after it. Another Monday, another Tuesday. Nothing special. As an adult, though, dates take on an entirely new meaning. Birthdays are still important, but then there are wedding anniversaries for friends and pet adoption days and the date that we will close on our house. Dates that didn’t mean anything once hold such importance now. You never imagine that a random date on a calendar will also be the date that you lose someone…
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The Father’s Day Hater
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…
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Bright Sunshine and Gluten-Free
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…
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The Year of No Dating
This is my new bumper sticker. Isn’t it lovely? I’m a big fan of it myself. Today is my 33rd birthday. I had plans to have a “me” day. I was going to go see the new Ben Stiller movie by myself, maybe stop in for a Gigi’s Cupcake to celebrate. I was looking forward to it all week. But then today rolled around and, as usual, I opted to stay in my pj’s and watch a marathon of Scandal on Netflix. I hung out with my dog, did some pilates, talked to my mom and my brother on the phone, and cooked a little bit. These things made me…
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New Year
“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…
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Spinning
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…
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The Face Plant
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…
