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It’s ironic and sad that I can remember when I used to have an innocent and fantastical perspective about life, despite how very long ago that was for me. It has systematically been eroded over the course of my 43 years. The very first “scary” incident I remember happening was when my brother fell over…
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For What It’s Worth

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What a Broken Woman Needs

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The Struggle Bus

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Monday Mark – 20.5 & 21.0

20.5 – For Last Week’s MM: The first rule of dealing with drama: don’t hang around people who are constantly creating drama. The second rule: never forget the first one. Apply the 80/20 rule. Who in your family generates most of the drama? How can you spend less time with them this week? Give yourself permission…
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Xmas Season… ugh

A year ago, I was in the throes of questioning my ability to make good choices when it came to men (a repeating pattern, unfortunately), wallowing in mountains of self-pity, severely beating myself up for being utterly stupid – yet again – for falling for sweet words and promises that turned out to be lies,…
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Doom Scrolling

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Friendsgiving

For many, many moons, I have been participating in “Friendsgiving” instead of Thanksgiving with blood relatives (I choose this terminology because “family” means something different for me). I barely remember the last, official Thanksgiving I went to at Sandy’s (step-grandma). I brought The Son, both my parents and brother were there, and I don’t recall…
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Panic Attack

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Taco Tuesday?!

Me, right now… I really, really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. Mars was a butt and ran away to hide, because he knows the morning routine means getting put in the basement (lots of room). Over a year and multiple failed attempts to integrate Princess Fluffybutt (also known as Floof) with…
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Finally Back Home

Welp… it’s 4-something in the morning, because “Fall Back” Daylight Saving Time (anyone else call it “savings”?!) Shenanigans, and here I am doing a catch-up on my bloggening, after having spent a week and a half in Arkansas. I tried to do it while I was gone, but only managed a couple days of that…
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Arkansas – Day 1

3a.m. alarm goes off. Drag myself out of bed and take an entire 30 minute shower. Get dressed in the cool new outfit I got last night, discover that the over-sized “Stranger Things” shirt has FRIGGIN POCKETS DUDE! And that’s about as good as it got, no lie. The Boyfriend dropped me off around 4a.m.-ish,…
