I’m not very good at keeping my mouth shut. It’s a constant effort and a perpetual self-examination–a check I routinely perform before I open my mouth to offer my opinion. Will what I have to say serve any function beyond making me internally chuckle at my clever turn of phrase or rendering me positively giddy at the idea that somebody (me) finally got that son-of-a-bitch? Is it nice? Is it any of my business? I ask myself these questions, and I’m aware of what I’m doing (and of what I’m about to say) most of the time. On the whole, I try to do the next right thing. I try to be kind in the things I say, especially when I’m talking to someone I care about. Continue reading “Since you asked: yes, I have quite a lot to say.”
Lately, it feels a little like “one step forward and two steps back” around here. We stopped smoking a while back, and suddenly my Oreo addiction got way out of hand and we were having Casey’s pizza every weekend, the washing down of which required copious amounts of carbonated beverages. Then, I managed to get that mostly under control, and ended up with an infection that required Kill Your Gut Biome in One Fell Swoop antibiotics, and I’m still trying to recover from that while simultaneously beginning the McDougall program. Thankfully, starches are for the most part easy on the stomach. Continue reading “I mean, Jesus, I could die.”
“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ~Terry Pratchett
I try to tell Step-daughter: leaving isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. She’ll be a senior this year, and although I don’t think she plans to go away to college, I know it is nevertheless her intention to get as far away from Illinois as possible after she graduates. I think she believes–as I once did–that happiness isn’t possible here, that there’s nothing so boring and ugly as the prairie, and that there have to be better, nicer, and smarter people in bigger cities elsewhere in the country. Continue reading “This road I’m walkin’ on from time to time always leads me home.”
“Normality is a paved road: it’s comfortable to walk but no flowers grow.” ~Vincent van Gogh
This post inspired by the One Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. ~Maya Angelou
Back in the day, I had lots of drama to share with my five or so regular readers. It was young person drama to be sure, but I felt like it was my duty to provide it and to entertain those who’d come to be entertained. Granted, I was performing my show for a very small audience, but they were women of uncommon smarts and valor, and I could rely on them to be with me through thick and thin, and to always be ready with a listening ear and an occasional piece of terrific and hard-won wisdom. Continue reading “On drama, solipsism, kindness, and ridiculous dreams”
Aside from that year when I lived in Las Vegas and was quite certain my soul was dying a little more with every day that passed, there have always been trains in my life. I spent the first 27 years of my life in a town that was literally named for the Illinois Central Railroad and was founded in that spot because it was a point of convergence on the railroad’s two original branches. Continue reading “It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same.”
It’s been 40 days and 40 nights since I smoked a cigarette. I needed to tell you that because it’s something I’m pretty proud of, and I’m trying to practice positive reinforcement with myself. Also, there are other willpower-requiring things I’d like to do now that I’m no longer enslaved by nicotine and unable to draw a clean breath. I’d like to give the whole plant-based eating thing another shot, and I’d like to start walking a few days a week. I’m not going to make any resolutions, but I am going to start doing better. It is, after all, that time of year. It’s also about six months until mandatory swimsuit time, and this year I’d like to not scare people.
In an undeniable act of solidarity, my husband has decided to do all of this with me, and believe it or not, he’s as excited as I am about using some of the tax return money (that we might one day receive if The Orange Dude ever decides to stop being a baby and reopen the government) to buy a Vitamix so we can make the wonderful cheese looking stuff that all vegans must have in order to survive without wanting to kill people. Continue reading “There weren’t torrents of rain or a big flood, but it still feels like a whole new world if you cross your eyes and look at it like one of those 3D drawings.”
On Thanksgiving, my grandma died. I didn’t know about it when it happened; in fact, I didn’t know until the Monday following her death (when I read the horribly written, largely not factual, and damn near laughable obituary) that she had actually died on Thursday and not Friday. Continue reading “Movie star beautiful”
I didn’t drop off the face of the planet, I just dropped the ball a bit on this everyday blogging thing. Just so you know, I have about a hundred
episodes excuses. So here’s what you need to know about the last three days in my life: Continue reading “Today’s episode brought to you by Doose’s Market”
Until a few days ago, I hadn’t seen or talked to you since I was a teenager.
Back then, I think, I needed you. You were what I needed when I needed it, and you were in a position that let you be there to chat whenever I sought you out. I don’t remember you saying much or even offering much in the way of advice, but you must have been a good listener or I wouldn’t have felt so comfortable chatting you up and confiding my junior-high-aged problems. Continue reading “Dear BJ”