Retired bull rider Jason Waters is about as tightly wound and uncomfortable as a cowboy can be. He fits every surface assumption about a rodeo athlete more accustomed to thousand pound pissed off animals than people: lean, quiet, calm, conservative, and unfailingly polite. Unfortunately for Jason (and luckily for us), a promise to a fellow… Continue reading Book Review: Picture Perfect Cowboy by Tiffany Reisz
Tag: relationships
God Jul. It’s ok to take a break.
It's two days until the winter solstice (well, in the Northern hemisphere, anyway), and five days to Christmas Eve. Various cable channels are all about Christmas movies. Main streets in my city are lit with non-denominational decorations - white and multi-colored lights on various trees, big bright snowflakes hanging from streetlamps, evergreens in the public… Continue reading God Jul. It’s ok to take a break.
Michael’s Wings, by Tiffany Reisz (Book Review, Spoiler-Free, Appropriately NSFW)
One of the tags I use a lot in this blog is "these aren't the penises you're looking for," but I happily can't use that label for this review.These are DECIDEDLY the penises you're looking for.Oh, were you looking for a safe-for-work book review? Let's start here: Michael's Wings successfully proves that a series of… Continue reading Michael’s Wings, by Tiffany Reisz (Book Review, Spoiler-Free, Appropriately NSFW)
An Argument for Flowers and Frivolity
So I'm not usually a flowers sort of girl. If I have a yen to have some in the house I'll often just buy some myself, and I tend to befriend (with or without a romantic relationship attached) practical, generally awesome men who insist they do not ever give flowers to anyone. OF COURSE I… Continue reading An Argument for Flowers and Frivolity
Adventures in Depression Pissed Off-Ed-Ness
Ah depressive angry insomnia, hello. It's been a long time. You're unwelcome, but since you're here...I'd like to take this midnight opportunity to rant, if I may. In the past couple of weeks I've NOT punched at least three people delivering the same flippant message under various guises: the perky cheerleader type, the concerned counselor type,… Continue reading Adventures in Depression Pissed Off-Ed-Ness
Cheaper Than A New Body Part?
A year ago my husband and I separated. Contrary to everyone's expectations, we've managed to do so not only amicably, but actually remain close friends interested in each other's welfare and happiness as we've each ridden the emotional (and practical) waves that come with the end of a marriage.We still hang out often on weekends… Continue reading Cheaper Than A New Body Part?
Series Review: The Original Sinners (Tiffany Reisz)
"Romance is beautiful, it's a gesture, it's a walk in a park with a pretty girl. Love is ugly sometimes. It's a crawl through a war zone to save a friend. Romance whispers sweet nothings. Love tells painful truths. Romance gives an engagement ring. Love takes a bullet." - The Queen, Tiffany ReiszTiffany Reisz doesn't… Continue reading Series Review: The Original Sinners (Tiffany Reisz)
Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
This is an overly-long post that is decidedly unfunny. I needed a venting space (within the rules of this blog) to "think-out-loud" a few things. I get it if you'd rather not get bogged by serious shit: feel free to come back tomorrow when I'm back to normal smartass fun.Tonight, I left behind a person… Continue reading Intolerable Intolerance and My Unfollow
It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
I am a cyclical depression hermit. (Do not confuse that with a Cycling hermit, because truly I loathe bikes, unicycles, pretty much all pedaling-type exercise with the fire of a thousand suns). Yesterday in a discussion with Husband about the depression I've been fighting off and on for a while now, he said something that… Continue reading It’s Not You. And I’m Not Breaking Up. This is not a funny post. Feel free to ignore it.
Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
Thank you, all of you who encouraged me to keep going. Honestly, my couple-week-hiatus wasn't a plea for attention or validation, nor was it to wonder whether the person in question was right: I KNOW he's wrong. That's not the point. HE'S not the point. Ultimately, that friendship was killed by an entirely different subject… Continue reading Writing about Writing (WARNING! Han Pictures!)
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