First of all, I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year. For the month of November, I’ll be working on my novel a LOT. This may mean my posts here are a little spare sometimes, but I promise I will still make this blog a priority. Secondly, I hate my brain. This morning I had nightmares about me
Okay, so I have a problem with this. Can you guess what it is? “We’re not always worth loving.” BULLSHIT. I have been in so many situations where I wasn’t treated with the love I deserved, because I was convinced I didn’t deserve it. I have been beat up by “good men.” I have been
Cleaning. More cleaning. Sorting. More Sorting. Un-stack boxes, take stuff out of one box. Put it in another box, stack those boxes. There has just been so much cleaning/organizing going on around our house. It feels pretty awesome most of the time, but it leaves me so damned drained. It’s weird, though. A year ago, I
Jenny and I had dinner with some friend-type people we don’t know very well last night, and it was great. However, we found ourselves in that awkward why-doesn’t-someone-say-something-here stage several times. So, I did what I always do: I talked. No, I talked. You might have noticed (by reading all this stuff) that I always have
I came a cross this, and had to share it with you all. I’m sorry I don’t have a crazy awesome post for you, but I killed too many trolls last night, and forgot to—you know—live. On the plus side, I have a spotless kitchen, Jenny made pie, and my day was great! Also, pie
This. In a world where all the players are giving “participation” trophies, and kids are expelled from school for saying a single word that is labelled a “hate crime” or “terroristic threatening,” it’s more important to teach the young people of today that tolerance comes in many forms. Including standing up for those being oppressed or discriminated
So, yesterday was my first day of my new “workweek” schedule. It went well, but getting up so early is NOT what I’d call “fun.” I ended up working more than strictly nessecary, and got less time to goof off than I wanted, so I will make a point to learn from that. The idea
Yesterday was our 1 year anniversary, so Jenny and I went to Flagstaff, AZ, to have brunch at Little America Hotel. We then enjoyed a scenic drive home, and enjoyed the little fall foliage Arizona has to offer. I had a blast. I was also manic as hell. I missed my meds on Saturday night,
So, I know I’ve said it before, but Jenny is awesome. The stuff that happens between us on a regular basis is pretty great. Sometimes it’s big stuff, like taking me to the hospital. Or, making me eat because I forget to. You know, she generally keeps me alive. But she doesn’t always get credit
Jenny and I started learning German. It’s kind of awesome, but kind of terrifying. I mean, my personal Hell is “not knowing.” It’s the worst thing in the world, and I’m diving into an entire language that I don’t know! I mean, what if I never learn how to properly conjugate the verb “to litigate”?
