The second I think I’m on a roll, the Universe kicks me in the ass. As usual, we had our post-Girl Scouts game night with friends. Except this time it was “friend” as in, just one. I had no idea what to do, so I suggested that my friend build a deck of Magic cards.
Over the last several days, I’ve gotten dozens of extra emails, comments, texts, etc. Every single one of them (except for the notable ones I’ve already discussed) has been brimming with positive support for me, and my goals for this blog. It’s an honor to write this blog for a crowd of people who are
I got some new responses from our new friend (and obvious long term reader). I am going to keep the dialogue going one more time, then I will stop feeding the troll after this post. “Meh! You’re a psychic vampire, so I guess I got ‘ told ‘ by you. Oh, just an aside, did
Initial disclaimer: I have lived as a vegan. I enjoyed it very much. This is mostly a reflection on my experiences with dietary restrictions. I go to social events a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. At many of these, the whole group brings vegan-friendly foods, because there are a small number of vegans in
I received the most interesting comment Friday. Yes, I approved it, but I am also going to reply here. I know many of my readers have questions, and some valid points are made here, albeit in a strange, attacking manner. Read the comment first, and then I will answer the points made. First of all,
The friend I wrote about recently passed away last week. It made me very sad that I wasn’t able to be there for him when he needed me. Actually, I’m not sure he needed me in particular. I’ve come to realize that he got what he really needed. He needed friends, and several of the amazing
Often, my parents would disappear for long stretches of time, days, weeks, and over a month more than once. While they were gone, we steadily learned a bit of confidence. We stopped being afraid that they would be home any second. This led to some serious abusive situations, in which my step dad would beat
So, I’ve called upon the age old power to defeat depression: Writing. Every great depressed person did shit with their depression, and it usually involved words. The standard for NaNoWriMo is for you to write 1,666 words each day. I typed 11,250 words yesterday. It meant that someone else (read: Jenny) had to make my food,
For fucks sake. Today’s moan about depression? It’s hard to make yourself wake up and start your day (which you totally know you should do, because laying in bed all day helps nobody, and does not in any way pay the bills or raise the children). This is because it is physically impossible to get
So, I was looking at my WordPress stats, and came across a list of countries that have visited me. It was a long ass list! So, I thought I’d share it with you. There were countries I didn’t even know existed on here! In all, there are 95 countries that have seen my blog more
