“It’s weird being an adult.” “I’m not fond of it.” “Mmmm…me either.” When you’re an individual with a habit of saying you’re sorry for things that deserve no apology, it’s more than a figurative battle of the tongue not to say it when you really, really want to. It took me a… Read More No Apologies
I really hate it when I learn something about WordPress that will help improve my blog and I get excited only to find out the theme I use doesn’t support that feature. I’m thinking of trying to teach myself coding through one of those many free sites because apparently everything your theme can’t do can… Read More Just Say NO To Windows Phones
NaBloPoMo #16 I don’t know if I’ll be able to post every day this week. My kids are home until next Monday. The only reason I have this time today is because Skas is grounded for being a dick. I love my kids but I’m not going to pretend their behavior is them “just being… Read More My Carb Addiction
NaBloPoMo #12 ….every time I get used to this site’s setup they change it! Now this looks weird; it feels weird. Now I can’t remember what I wanted to post about today because all I can think about is how there’s no word counter to warn me when I get too wordy.… Read More Changing To Commit
NaBloPoMo #5 I think I may have finally gotten over the baby fever Stilla passed on to me a few months back. I knew I would catch it the second she started talking about how tiny JJ is– he’s 4 and wears a size 6 jeans, he’s only tiny compared to her bursting-with-hormones teen boys.… Read More I Survived a Recent Bout of Baby Fever
NaBloPoMo #4 I’ve always known that I’m not the best cook but I haven’t had many complaints over the years. I think my biggest problem is my limited menu. Mom was/is the same way. The few times she strayed from her menu it turned out horrible. She tried to make fried rice once and… Read More I Might Be a Bad Cook…maybe.
I’m so terribly sad now. Heroin is a nasty drug and its a nasty addiction. I’ve been so incredibly fortunate to have never tried it. I cannot stop crying. Every time I blink I see his face. The face of the boy I knew. His green eyes always twinkling at me from above his… Read More Can We Stop Growing This List?