There is a photo that hangs in her bedroom tucked in a frame she bought when she still shopped at walmart It sits there against the calm of the forest green wall the color chosen by her husband a man willing to paint the walls hot pink if she so desires She walks by this photo…
A Picture Worth the Pain it Brings
Doing My Best. One Flush at a Time.
I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve been pretty manic depressed off my game the last few weeks. It’s been hard to maintain any semblence of personal hygeine let alone blog, so, if you’ve stuck around during my selfish bouts of silence and subpar posts here and there, you need to get a life. And thank you. Between trying to come…
Faster than the First Time, but So Much Better
The first time was really nothing special.Boring, almost.I didn’t feel the excitement that everyone seemed to talk about. It was over in minutes and I don’t remember feeling any different. The second time I was a little more prepared, though still confused. I was feeling rebellious and went against everything my parents had taught me. It…
A Granddaughter’s Love
You know those people that do things out of the goodness of their hearts? The ones that do for others, just because, and never complain about it? Yeah..sooooooo not me. With my parents galavanting halfway across the world in Singapore on some alleged “business” trip, I’ve been caring for my elderly grandmother (do I even have to put…
Blame it on the Rain
It’s been uncharacteristically rainy this past week here in Orange County and I’m loving every second of it. Unfortunately for you this means that I’m too busy drinking chai lattes and watching the Law and Order: Special Victims Unit marathon on USA to blog. In fact, I’m so lazy right now I’ve only been flushing the toilet every…
This Post is Brought to You by Jesus. Sort of.
Okay. So you know how most kids play dead when you mention the words “it’s time for church” on Sundays? Not Andrew. He’s the world’s Happiest Little Catholic. So much so, that we’ve been politely escorted to the “back room” on more than one occassion. Here’s a sneak peak at his enthusiasm for all things…
You Say Tomato, I Say It’s Cuter If You Call it a Termator…..Or Something Like That
Believe it or not, my husband and I have our share of disagreements. Sure, we look like a hot, steamy, ultra photogenic couple in love, but underneath all of the amorous gestures is a relationship fraught with tension; mostly because he has yet to come to terms with the fact that I’m always right. Our…