it's a convoluted mess
I was rifling through some old files recently, falling into a rabbit hole of bad web design and a whole lot of writing notes for stories long forgotten, and I found a blog post. I have no idea if it was ever actually posted. It would have been on my Live Journal, but I’m too lazy (and frankly, too avoiding-bad-memories) to go through and look for it. It’s nothing terribly ground breaking. It’s just a… Keep reading…Seventy-six days…
In September 2007, if you’d told me in two months I’d meet the love of my life and in two years I’d be married to him, I would have written you off as bat-shit crazy. Oh ye of little faith. It’s been five years since Bob and I got married. In a lot of ways I feel like I’ve known him forever. In others, HOLY CHRISTMAS how has it been five years already? (Seven together… Keep reading…Five…
Bob and I don’t have many pictures of the two of us together (aside from our wedding pictures). As often as I dink around with my camera, I just don’t think to take any of us. Six years ago was our first date. It feels like a lifetime ago, but at the same time, it’s gone by in a flash. Six years ago our primary concern was when we could see each other again. (EVERY… Keep reading…Six…
We’ve been over my deep-rooted emotional attachment to music. Countless times. With little fanfare, Andy Grammer released a new single today. I’ll admit it… I fucking cried. (Just a little bit.) I kind of wish I was kidding. And then I paid attention to the lyrics and further cemented AG’s high-ranking place on my list of very favorite music makers. I was listening to this when Bob got home from work. He took one look… Keep reading…More than I even understand…
After a recent appointment, Bob and I were in the area so we stopped for smoothies at the Caribou where we had our first date. This was hanging from the ceiling. Sums up those eight hours quite perfectly, methinks. — Brand New Day Ryan Star
Bob bought me flowers. When I got out of bed today and walked into the loft, they were sitting on my desk. Geek Love is the best Love. End of story. — Return of the Mack Mark Morrison …because it’s apparently the only song they play in Saints Row the 3rd