[Author’s Note: I usually embrace humor in my writing. Because who doesn’t love a good snort of ginger ale up their nose? This is a serious piece about my emotional state, past and present. You don’t need to read it. But I so needed to write it.]
I was never a big fan of Facebook. I was into blogging and tweeting and life was good. Until it wasn’t anymore. Continue reading “I Traded In My Rose Colored Glasses And This Happened”
I’ve lived my entire life in a part of the world where there is serious winter weather.
And somehow over the years, I’ve managed to convince myself that the six months of lovely, warm, for a few days smoking hot, with an acceptable number of sunny days, weather that arrives in May and lasts through to October (sometimes November) is worth the misery of the other five to six months when it’s cold and windy and snow arrives weekly. Continue reading “I Don’t Like This. Can We Stop Now?”
I’ve been a blog-lite blogger lately. Oh, yeah. And by “lite” I mean about 1000 miles away from being motivated to move fingers over my keyboard.
Having your marriage shit-canned by a bad guy douchebag can have that affect on a person. But, hey! On the plus side, he’s now someone else’s problem.
But it’s been hard, sitting at my laptop to have this happen:
[blank…blank…blank…repeat] Continue reading “The Search For My Words”
I no longer buy designer jeans.
[pause for shocked reaction and/or muffled snort of laughter]
It was an extremely difficult decision to make.
However, after much internal debate, bending and twisting into all three of the yoga poses I know, running up and down the numbers in my bank account, two full pitchers of martinis (with matching olives) and flipping through my 1,297 back issues of Vogue, I came to the conclusion that I can no longer pull off this look all day, every day: Continue reading “Why I No Longer Buy Designer Jeans”
What. A. Year. It began with a man I loved and a three month trip to Italy.
It ended with me finding out the man I loved is a lying cheater with no soul. Oh, and dead eyes. (I just realized this as I was writing this post.) A man who came with me on that trip to Italy just so he could “hook up” with the wife of a couple we met on our first trip to Italy. After a year and a half of sexting, and texting, and secret emails, and private Skype calls, I finally found out what was going on and he’s no longer part of my life.
(I’ll wait while you scrape off that mental layer of eww.) Continue reading “2016: My Year Of Hella No”
Good morrrrning, world! Blogdramedy here bringing it live from her slightly disorganized, closet-sized home studio in beautiful mumble-mumble on the shores of mumble-mumble Bay where the sun is shining, the coffee is grinding, and the eagles have landed.
Two words: chicken bones
It’s a new day. It’s a new week. Time to take my finger off the pause button and hit “play.” Continue reading “Back to life, back to reality”
Do you ever wake up and think “this could be the best day ever” and then it’s not and you sink into depression and despair, with a little black cloud raining down on you, and your coffee maker goes on the fritz, the toast is burnt, your socks don’t match, you conditioned then shampooed, there’s no good news on the news because Mr. Trump is still running for POTUS, and then someone reminds you that it’s autumn and white skinny jeans are no longer acceptable out-in-public attire and they decide to judge you?
This day is not that day.
“I love you,” he said.
Out loud.
It’s been six months since I’ve heard those three words.
“You are my love,” he said.
Spoken. Overheard.
I stood still. Listening. Continue reading “The Conversation”
Sounds like the title for a trashy novel. Or a poorly scripted “Lifetime Movie.” Sadly, the story I’m about to share is not fiction. It’s real and it’s painful. I went back and forth about whether I wanted to put down in words what’s been happening in my life the past few months. My first reaction was to set this blog to private, close down my Facebook account, curl up and whimper.
But then I thought…why do I have to give up something that’s given me so much enjoyment over the years? What did I do that my first instinct was to shut down and hide like I’d done something wrong? That makes no sense but it was my response to the pain of betrayal. Continue reading “Your Partner Is Cheating In A Long-Distance Affair. Does That Make It Okay?”
I like words. A lot. Some words I like better than others. Some words I use every day. Some words only come out for special occasions. Some words I tire of easily.
I’m thinking of some one word in particular right now.
And sometimes, words written by someone else? They totally float my canoe.
Got a quote that saw you through a tough time? Or made you laugh? I can use either or both. *grin*
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