it's a convoluted mess
I’ve been extremely sensitive to cigarette smoke for more than half my life. It gives me a headache within minutes. It aggravates my sinuses and makes them swell. It makes my lungs seize. It makes me cough like I’m going to expel my lungs clear out of my chest. That same coughing yanks at my gag reflex and stomach in ways I don’t care to discuss. It’s not fun. I avoid it at all costs… Keep reading…Standing stretching every nerve…
I’ve been trying to compose a recap of Saturday’s festivities, but it’s just not coming together the way I want it to. I’ll have to spend some time figuring that one out, I guess. I think it took me almost a full week to put together a summary of our wedding ceremony weekend, I suppose I shouldn’t be too concerned that words fail me on the reception as well at this point. If we get… Keep reading…There’s another round for you…
On Saturday, July 10th, I’ll be at my parents’ house surrounded by family and friends celebrating my marriage to the man I plan to spend the rest of my life with. My husband. My soulmate. My saving grace. My Robert. It’s been over nine months since we actually got married and I still have a hard time wrapping my brain around the fact that I’m MARRIED. Holy crap. How the hell did that happen? Three… Keep reading…I try and comprehend you but…
I’m short. I always have been. I’m 4′ 11.5″ tall and I’ve grown a grand total of an inch and a half since I was twelve years old. Now I’m thirty years old. (Holy crap, I’m THIRTY.) I never even hit the five foot mark. But hey, I’m tall for my height. I started to pack on weight around age ten. And kept gaining. By junior high I was wearing a size 14. By high… Keep reading…Weighty…