Monthly Archives: January 2005

I’ve decided to give real writing a more whole-hearted try than the random flailing about I’ve been doing my whole life. This approach requires actual organization, of which I have very little. Amazingly little. None really, let’s just be honest. … Continue reading →

Generally speaking, I don’t pay a lot of attention to how people look. I don’t say this so that you will think I am pure of heart and accepting of all, because the bitchy track runs in my head just … Continue reading →

Yesterday, P. and I went to an Alton Brown book signing. And Alton was hot. But that’s a given, right? He was wearing a black mock turtleneck and matching black glasses with jeans. And I wouldn’t have mentioned that except … Continue reading →

I found myself with nothing at all to do today. How great is that? So, I decided to spend the day cooking and writing. Whenever I make a list of recipes, I always go overboard, and I always gather ingredients … Continue reading →

Today, as I was walking across the parking lot to get my mail, a guy who was driving by slowed down, rolled down his window, and said, “how was that history test?” Is this a new pick up line I … Continue reading →

Yesterday, I was locked out of my apartment. No, I didn’t lock myself out. No, really. I didn’t. I don’t know why you would think that. The property management company changed the locks to every apartment in the complex. It’s … Continue reading →

Here’s something most people don’t know about me: I stutter. Not every word, not every sentence, not even every day, but enough that sometimes I cannot speak the words I want to say, enough that I worry when I’m on … Continue reading →

This has not been a great year for snow. We got our season passes in October and then waited as the snow didn’t come. The first week of December, the mountain was going to open, even though a 24-inch base … Continue reading →

Picture this. You start a new job. One of your coworkers is nice, sort of cute, but you don’t think much of it. You think he might be married. As time goes by, you work together a little more, pass … Continue reading →

I’m thinking of quitting my therapist. Not the one for my apparent posture issues, but the other one, who works on me emotionally. I just think maybe I don’t need to go anymore. Not that I don’t still have issues, … Continue reading →

I read absolutely no books in 2004. Not even one. Of course that isn’t exactly true, but since reading feels like breathing to me, it seems like it’s true. I definitely read fewer books last year than I have in … Continue reading →

We spent Saturday night with ghosts. Or at least we did according to the ghost hunters who were loudly staying in the room next to ours. We overheard them excitedly talking about the “activity” from their “readings” as they tromped … Continue reading →

“You think you’re perfect. But you’re not.” I wanted to turn right around and cry, “I know! You’ve got it exactly! Can you fix it?” But this was my physical therapist, and he was talking about my posture. So now … Continue reading →

So P. and I are trying to plan a vacation and it’s not going so well in that we’re not sure when we’re going or where or how much we’re spending or what kind of vacation we want. But other … Continue reading →

Sometimes, I cry for no reason. For instance, last night, with no prompting whatsoever, I started thinking about the dog that I used to co-own, but who now is exclusively owned by my ex-husband. The dog who I haven’t seen … Continue reading →

Yesterday, when P. went out to his truck, which was parked in the garage under his condo building, he found blood splattered all over his windshield and hood. He told me about this nonchalantly: “there’s blood all over my truck”, … Continue reading →

In the regular day to day, it can seem like nothing happens, that little is accomplished. We forget that watching life too closely can be like lying in a field, watching the grass grow. Life takes time, takes patience. From … Continue reading →

This morning, in wave of romantic feeling, P. put his arms around me, kissed my head, and said, “I just don’t want you not to love me.” To which I replied, “Well, I can promise you that, if you’ll just … Continue reading →