I only wanted to crawl in a hole and die for a little while.

Looking back with the new eyes.

Also: GIVE ME SOME CHOCOLATE OR YOU DIE.

Weekly Winners, Nov 1-7
November 1st – 7th Some shots taken with my: Canon Powershot G9 Others taken with this loaner: Nikon Coolpix P90 (clic

Reason number 39756385 why renting a house blows.
And when I say “blows” I am not thinking about bubbles or dandelions. Or even that hot guy I saw standing in line at the grocery store the other day. Rawr. I’m referring more to hairy ballsacks, possibly even diseased ones. I have a good running list of reasons (39756385 items long, clearly) for this particular brand of Makes You Want To Vomit All Of Your Meals From Ever suckage, but today let’s talk about: “When Shit Breaks And Doesn’t Get Fixed In A Timely Manner” When shit breaks and you own your own house, the reason why it sucks is because you have to FIX THAT SHIT YOSELF.  So that means, get off your lazy

The stuff that gets in the way.
So, I have a confession: I have been having a hard time keeping my shit together lately.  See also: Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis (fatigue, joint pain, muscle weakness, hair loss, and more!), See also: Miscarriage Anniversary Looming, See also: Financial Distress, See also: Marital Issues See also: I’m a headcase. And it is true that I have had something like Writer’s Block for some time.  I have long spaces of time when I believe I have nothing to say that you will be interested in reading.  I sit down and think, “Surely I can come up with something!” And I open a text file and I stare at it, thinking.  Nothing comes.  Nothing is worth coming.

Weekly Winners, October 25-31
October 25th – 31st Some shots taken with my: Canon Powershot G9 Others taken with this loaner: Nikon Coolpix P90 (cli

Time, Work, Need. It’s all relative.
John is gone and has been for weeks; he won’t be home still for some time. It’s okay. I miss him and Braden misses him, but the truth is that we’re used to him being away a lot. We have a rhythm we get into while he’s away. Of course, after a while, Mommy gets a little cranky and somewhat tiredish. Braden and I do get along well. We have fun and I laugh even when he’s a turd. When he’s a brat, I am firm and I’m not afraid or unable to administer discipline. But it gets hard sometimes for me to reel in my anger when he’s really difficult, especially when I’m particularly, ahem, hormonal. I’ve gotten to that p