1.) It snowed…a lot…Wednesday morning. Normally not headline news, but I had an appointment at 9AM twelve miles from my house and it took 45 minutes to get there in really slow traffic on un-plowed roads. Thank God I had Bob to drive me instead of having to drive myself. 2.) I met my new psychiatrist. She’s very monotone. She took a lot of notes. I shed a lot of tears and snot. When I…
Insomnia. Sleep is for the weak. I got a call today (yesterday…whatever) confirming my psychiatrist appointment. Eleven days in advance. Close enough. At least I know they still have an appointment scheduled for me. Since I scheduled the appointment, I’ve had a strong feeling in my gut that something is going to go wrong by the time the appointment rolls around and I’ll be back to square one. It’s not just pessimistic tendencies at work…
The only time I listen to the radio is in the car. And that’s only when we’re out running errands. If I’m going any distance, it’s CDs or the iPod depending on which one of us is driving. Yet with as little as I actually listen to the radio, I swear I hear the same damn song every time I’m in the car. It has a poppy beat you can dance to and would probably…
Apparently 34 is the age at which I get stupidly excited for a new freezer in my house. Who knew? We’ve been planning for an upright freezer pretty much since we moved into our house. It wasn’t a priority and we wanted to make sure we had the money to pay for it outright. We’ve been doing that with most of our big ticket purchases. We figure out what kind of budget we need to…
It’s 2014. What. The hell. 2011 was “The Year of the House.” 2012 was “The Year of the Denver Road Trip…and Andy Grammer.” 2013 was The Year of…apparently if it ain’t one thing, it’s another, fucking Christ. — 1.) Where did you ring in 2013? At home. Bob was probably playing a game and I was probably writing (or staring at the internet). 2.) What did you do in 2013 that you’d never done before?…
It’s after midnight so Christmas is over. And thank God for that. Joe spent over a week in the hospital with pneumonia and ended up having surgery to clean out infection around his lung. A seven-inch incision and a deliberately broken rib, plus tubes to drain things, and 24/7 oxygen support, he was an ornery bastard who just wanted to go home and have a cigarette. If I were Gayle, I’d put my foot in…
