I had my therapist session today. We discussed many things, but the part that really stuck out for me was this. I was talking about how I was worrying over Father’s Day. I don’t want to send my father a card, but I usually do. In addition, with my mom being here, she’ll probably want… Continue Reading
Category Archives: Family and/or Relationships
Through a Looking Glass, Darkly
In the few days that my mom was home (she’s at a conference right now in CO. She’ll be back Monday), I learned some not-so-pleasant things–about myself. As most of you know, I really really really like my space. Lots of it. All around me. Most of the time. Silence, except for whatever noise I… Continue Reading
Shame On You
As you may have noticed, I haven’t been blogging lately. There are many reasons for that, but the main one is because I have been retreating into myself the closer my mom’s visit approaches (Monday. Six in the morning. Brother is picking her up). It’s not that I think she will read my… Continue Reading
Cheap Grace*
Forgiveness is the topic of today’s entry. I wrote an earlier entry on the topic, but I want to expand on it because of something that happened at Kiki’s birthday bash last Saturday. Three women and I were standing outside smoking (standard disclaimer, I smoke when I’m with Kiki, which is maybe once a… Continue Reading
The Last Snowfall*
Sunday morning, we’re up at the break of dawn. An ungodly hour. Actually, Rose got up first because she actually had to be presentable for her job. The rest of us could just roll out of bed, throw on a t-shirt and shorts and go. We were out of the room and on the road… Continue Reading
Homecoming*
OK. Back to the travelogue. After the thoroughly enjoyable Paper Raincoats (with Alex Wong and Ward the cellist, both of whom play with Vienna as well), on came Vienna. The first thing that struck me (besides how utterly gorgeous she is, but what ugly boots) was how down-to-earth she was. The theatre was intimate (maybe… Continue Reading
Blue Caravan*
On with my travelogue! And yes, Alan Rickman will figure into it eventually. I am not just pimping his name to inflate his cloud, I promise you. OK. Saturday morning. Soccer Boy woke me up at ungodly o’clock. I got ready, and then I gave the puzzle to Soccer Boy so he could reset it.… Continue Reading
Consider My Mind Blown
OK. I have to share with you how my mind was blown by visiting Kel. As is my wont, it’s going to take some time, so sit back and relax. Yes, grab your favorite beverage as I don’t want you to get dehydrated. First, I have to give you some background on my family–specifically, my… Continue Reading
We Are Family
Welcome back, bitchez. Grab your favorite beverage, sit back and relax while I tell you about the wild goings-on that happened over the weekend. I finally got to meet my twin, Kel, in person, and boy did we have a ball. I got to lick her bunny and watch her strip her chicken! I was… Continue Reading
Late Night Grumblings
My idea of perfection is Alan Rickman, chocolate, pizza, and sex (though not necessarily all at the same time. That could get a bit messy). I am in a down mood; I have been since my birthday, actually. First of all, I am stoked to meet Kel, her sister, and her brood. I cannot wait… Continue Reading