Liberal? Why, yes. Yes I am.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010


So... I don't blog any better than I journal. Whatev. I kinda banked on that when I started this thing. There have been days when I compose a blog in my brain, beginning to end, and then forget to type it out. And then forget about the blog completely. And the forget about the day completely. It's part of the sickness. Flakiness, eternal symptom of ADD.

I'd like to blame my schedule, but let's face it, I do nothing almost all day, most days. Lately I've been digging into this wedding planning business, and I fail at documenting that too.

There is a post, sitting, waiting patiently, that I need to finish, whether I think I can or not. And I need to finish it before the end of this month. I don't think I owe him that per se. I don't really owe him anything; I owe myself a little therapeutic purge. A real discussion about him and how his life, or lack thereof, still affects me twenty-five years later.

And whether or not one of the memorial candles on the altar will burn for him.

But DAMN I'm Debbie Downer today... I's gonna go back to bed and start this day over in a few hours.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

My birthday.

Tomorrow I will turn 26. Today, my body is protesting that idea with all its might.

At this time last year, I was vehemently denying my ever deepening attraction to David.
At this time next year, I will be his wife.
This is the year my life revolves around my wedding. Our wedding.
This year, I contemplate calling in sick to work.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

Revisited Resolutions

So... it's be almost a year since I wrote this post...

Let's see how I did.

Shape up (why should this year be different from every other year of my adult life?).

Fix my problem with "da Benjamins."
Eh, could go either way. I'm getting better, but I don't think it's fixed.

Blog at least once a week.
To be fair, I do have more than 52 posts. Eh, more win than fail.

Meet Him. (No, not that Him. I'm not ready for Him. I mean Mr. Right.)
Win, big ugly beautiful hairy expensive amazing disgustingly wonderful win.

Become something meaningful.
This might be a draw. While I don't doubt I'm something meaningful to someone, I'm still not sure how meaningful I am to myself.

Do something substantial.
I said yes, and next year I will embark on the greatest adventure I've had yet. I may or may not kill someone in the process.

Love myself a little better (So that He can love me at all).
He loves me just the way I am..

Not break a heart.

Find patience.

Find happiness.
Double win, triple win even.

Not roll my eyes when someone (anyone) reads this and mentions my relationship with that Him.
Win, since no one read it.

Hone my wordsmithing skills. (Not a word, I know.)

Sunday, December 13, 2009

A long overdue up date.

OMG, two months (ish). And so much freaking stuff happened.


24th: David received a call from this web design firm for a job he really wanted, requesting an interview. He floated about on cloud nine for a while


1st: David was transferred from the deli (that he hated) to the Starbucks (that he loved) in Target (where he worked).

2nd: Interview with Firefly. Nailed it.

9th: Second interview with Firefly, this time the Owners and not the GM. Hashed out salary, but was not actually offered the job.

11th: Firefly did not call back as expected. We pig out in a pity party.

13th: David called Firefly to see where he stood. The GM apologized for not getting back to him sooner and offered him the job. Woot, woot!

During all THIS nonsense:

David's grandfather had his knee replaced, his brother had his gallbladder removed and spent three weeks in two different hospitals due to still unknown complications, and his mother had a breakdown due to exhaustion. He spent and week in Jackson with them, right across Thanksgiving. So I spent Thanksgiving with Oliver and Daisy and my pjs. Score.

Everyone is better now, healthy and home. But now we have to contend with the pooh that this whole thing stirred. And I've been asked to keep my explanations as vague as possible. Grumble. The one time I'm willing and prepared to expound upon the details is the ONE TIME I can't.


He started his first real grown-up job at Firefly and loves every minute of it. And... we're not broke and poor anymore. Bonus!

So, that's what's happened in our little corner of the world since I fell off the radar.

Monday, October 19, 2009

What the hell this is

I've seen this hideous amalgamation of discombobulated textile regurgitation at least ten times since Friday, both in person and on television.

And I absolutely must know... what the fuck is it called, where the fuck did it come from, and when the fuck will it be returning?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Jinxing it

Seems I spoke to soon.

It's muggy, it's gross, it's HOT. Summer hasn't given up yet.


Sunday, October 11, 2009

A drop in the mercury

After a vicious fight and a final, swampy rally, Summer has finally released her unrelenting stranglehold on South Louisiana.

The air out side is crisp, chilly, and beautiful.

Time to revel in every second, because we all know it won't last.