Not All There

Friends, I am confident in the realization that 2020, not only has changed the course of our society, but it has robbed me of my brain. Maybe I am a bit consumed over the surgery that is upcoming next Friday or maybe I am just brain dead from this overstimulating year. Whatever the case, I…

What Else

I feel like I should just make a big bowl of popcorn, sit back, and watch the shit show unfold before me. Monday was an interesting day. If you have been a diligent follower of my blog, and haven’t gotten sick of my rants, you know that I have been dealing with a tendon issue…

Recreating the Wheel

While son number two is gearing up for his move back to school and his beautifully decorated apartment courtesy of moi, son number one is at a standstill. His job is on hiatus since the school he works at, for now, has decided to go for virtual instruction. For a young adult with special needs,…

The Apartment

In a week, Bryce heads back to his life as a college student. While I love having him home, it’s time for him to be free. My appliances need a break. And I need at least one of my kids to rejoin the world, since there is a gigantic question mark as to when Bailey…

A New Year

I am pretty sure that no one will be saying, “2020 was the best year of my life”. I mean, if they are, good for them. I don’t know exactly what would have occurred that was so magical. Oh, maybe if they escaped the clutches of that bitchy virus, murder hornets, and, well, you get…

Handy

Since 2020 seems to be The Twilight Zone on crack, I wake up each day resigned to the reality that there will be some sort of shit show occurring. There is a level of acceptance and honestly, it provides a way for me to simply be numb to it all. I fill up with distractions.…

Only On A Sunday

After a lovely evening out with my tribe members, I woke up this morning with a renewed outlook. I needed some estrogen time. I needed to be outside, eating dinner, pretending, at least for a couple of hours, that 2020 is full of rainbows and butterflies. I even put on makeup and wore something other…

Parting

As most of you who read my blog know, our sweet 12-year-old Basset hound, Daisy departed this world on Wednesday for greener pastures. Because of her declining health, we consulted with a hospice veterinarian, who came to our home. While we did this as a family, each person was given the opportunity to opt out,…

Pieces

Like a good wife, I like to keep things interesting. Most of the time, I don’t do it on purpose. I simply forget to tell him things. Case in point, the two metal pieces sitting on our bathroom vanity. It must have been a month or so ago, I found a loose piece of metal…

Phone Etiquette

Sometimes in the fury of life, my head hurts from banging it against the wall. Between my mother insisting on a quote to paint her home “so it has better curb appeal for when she is dead and we sell her home” to Bailey’s constant non-answering of his phone, it is enough to make me…