Husband was released from prison the hospital yesterday: 2 months to the date since the drunk asshole in a borrowed SUV with SHITTY INSURANCE plowed into the motorcycle...yeah, I'm not bitter at all. But he's home, he's allowed to start working with crutches, and he managed it nearly three weeks earlier than we'd originally thought.… Continue reading Home Again. Jiggy.
I've spent the past two months in an all-encompassing fog of anxiety, depression, worry, and exhaustion. That's not any sort of plea for sympathy...it's my excuse for crappy and intermittent posting. I simply have very little to write about outside of dealing with the accident and aftermath, and instead of inflicting that upon ANYONE in cyberspace, I've avoided my blog (except in… Continue reading I am not Yoda, NaNoWriMo
"We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it... Anyone can love 'because.' That's as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something 'despite.' To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect." -Patrick Rothfuss, The Wise Man's FearYou should probably ignore this… Continue reading If it’s NOT "The Count of Monte Cristo" I have no freaking idea.
Husband is entering day 12 in the intensive care unit, and I'm futzing around at work this morning until my 1pm conference call is finished so I can go work from his room. A hospital is a really strange alternate universe where time moves strangely and you're in a weird microcosm of "we're all worried together."… Continue reading Hospital Universe
On my 35th birthday (which was Friday) I met Jenny Lawson. (I also received a beautiful necklace and various forms of most excellent sappiness from my husband, but those are mine and I'm not sharing). I stood in line for the book signing after hearing her read a chapter of her book, Let's Pretend This… Continue reading I met The Bloggess! And nearly made a mess in CVS. These are not related.
So my birthday is coming up soon, hence the title. This is not a plea for birthday shenanigans, presents, or anything else. It's just a silly post (well, most of them are). Normally, I get all anxious and depressed around my birthday and obsess about all the things I haven't done yet. For example: I foolishly… Continue reading Cake: Above Hair Doodies, Below Sex on the Birthday Scale
I can tell my writing the past few posts has been shitty. To those who actually read the entire posts in question, I apologize for that. Sometimes I have silly, irrational hopes that someday more than 25 people will actually look at my blog in a day. I know that should that ever happen I'll… Continue reading Thus I Learn Blogging Lessons From the Interwebz
Fourth of July weekend in Minnesota doesn't generally involve BBQs, beach, or patriotic shenanigans for the hubs and me: for the past decade or so we've spent every 4th at CONvergence, the best, craziest, most fucked up, weirdest gathering of people I usually see all year. It's fabulous and mental, even more so than Renaissance Festival. And… Continue reading I fought the Con and the Con won