Everyone has something peculiar they enjoy. Some hobby, some craft, some chore, some strange cuisine, some type of entertainment. Something. Weird. At least I think they do. Anyone who isn’t boring does, I guess. I have a paper fetish. I’m infatuated with paper. I love combining colors and patterns into pleasing designs. When I scrapbook I create paper art with the addition of the faces I love. … Continue reading Paper Fetish
1. I’m going to misplace everything. I already do this, so it’ll just be magnified twelvethousandfold. I misplace my phone about 5 times a day. I put papers on my desk and can’t find them for 40 minutes. And they’re right there, on my desk. It’s exhausting. My grandmother recently drove an hour and a half away to get her hair done at a salon … Continue reading Nine Ways I’m Going To Be Annoying When I’m Old (Which Also Happen To Be Why I’m Annoying Now)
Depression is hard to explain to those who haven’t experienced it firsthand. People who are lucky enough to not understand it often brush it off, and expect the depressed to just, “snap out of it”. There’s no limp, no rash, no wheezy cough. It’s an invisible ailment. The disease is misunderstood and has a negative stigma and it can be embarrassing to admit you have mental health condition. … Continue reading Depression is Analogous to Treading Water
Ok, I’m going to be a little boasty, braggy, hippity hoppity. I can’t help it, I just might explode – this week has been sort of amazing. I have had a lot of horribly dark weeks, and this one is shiny and bright and remarkably different than those. FRIDAY: I am starting a support program for students on the Autism Spectrum at the high school I work in – we will be piloting it, … Continue reading Call Me a Fanfaron This Week
In honor of Infertility Awareness Week – here’s a Top 10 list for what some of y’all should shut the fuck up about. 1. Complaints about your body during pregnancy. Swollen feet? Fat ass? Whaleish proportions? Shut the fuck up, you’re pregnant. You have a tiny head and tiny feet poking you in the ribs and wedged between your organs. That’s how you’re supposed … Continue reading Top 10 Things Infertiles Want You To Shut The Fuck Up About
I have two Mes. Real me is caring and giving and kind. Real me is never bored, because there is always someone to love or something to create or something to enjoy. Real Me relishes weekends, family, friends and manically pursuing hobbies. Real Me even loves horribly gray days and days when the basement floods and days when a baking dish explodes in the kitchen because there is always so much more to be … Continue reading The Accidental Marathoner
Mr. Grouch has decided to pick up a few hobbies recently. One of these hobbies is maintaining a freshwater fish tank. This tank has been chock full of drama from the beginning – a replacement for any soap opera on TV, I would argue. I give you evidence in the following examples: PRETTY CHARACTERS: A Platinum Blond Angel, a beautiful Striped Angel, gem colored Blue and Sapphire Rams, striped Barbs, flame red … Continue reading Underwater Soap Opera
I thought I had already completed my obligatory Valentine’s Day post, when I wrote a love letter to my nasal irrigation system. But, then I thought there was no reason to disregard my OTHER lovey-dovey. No need to mention which or whom I love more. Mr. Grouch, you are a man apart, You wake me with your Good Morning fart. We met in the year Nineteen … Continue reading An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch
An Ode To My Nasal Irrigation System I threw it on the ground and burst into tears, A green-snotty tissue, one of my worst fears! An ode to you, my nasal rinse, Even if you sometimes make me wince. Some may balk at the suggestion, But you help me to prevent congestion. You save the day with your salty brine, I’m oh-so-happy you are mine. … Continue reading An Ode To My Nasal Irrigation System
My husband and I met on the soccer field – we were on the same intramural team at MSU in 1997. We talk about this long ago age in “pounds ago”, instead of “years ago” since we were once both young and spry. Sometimes we still play on coed teams together, or he plays on his own team and I do other things like yoga or jogging (running a half marathon … Continue reading I Stalk My Family When They Sleep. And Take Pictures.
A Morning Grouch 