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That Moment When

That Moment When

That moment when you’re so tired and thirsty you make a cup of coffee and pour a big bottle of water and then you come |thisclose| to pouring half and half into the water and not into the coffee. That moment when you’re so tired you refer to bread as bed. That moment when you say something as ridiculous as, “This is the Swiss cheese of bed!” and you meant bread and that’s not really all that much better. That moment when you forget to bring your antacids to kickboxing and have to keep stopping so you don’t puke on a heavy bag. That moment when you realize you’re really like a 90 year old walking around with your heartburn and whatnot. That moment when you tell someone, “I’ll bring you my card so you can check out my website!” and then you remember that your blog has been nothing but bullshit about your toilet and pesto and coffee and being tired. That moment when you realize you really need to write something you can be proud of. That moment when you realize tonight’s not going to be that night. This is yeah write’s nomo writing challenge Day...
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Fade Away.

Fade Away.

Am I even really here?

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Brace Yourself.

Brace Yourself.

Because summer is the best time to wear a brace on your wrist!

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Stuff and Things. Things and Stuff.

Stuff and Things. Things and Stuff.

Have you ever tried to eat chicken noodle soup when the entire lower right quadrant of your face is numb from dental work? It’s not easy. If this post feels sort of brothy, now you know why. You might be wondering why I’m trying to eat soup and blog at the same time. The reason for that is simple: I have about 20 minutes to do both, and not eating isn’t an option because I might starve to death if I don’t do this right now. I have to go to the grocery store when I’m done here and I don’t want to go there hungry, so here we are. It’s particularly important this week since my dental depression will likely lead me to buy something I know I shouldn’t and if I’m hungry it will only be worse. Perhaps now you are concerned about my oral health. It’s fine. Well, fine-ish, I guess. I had some exposed root. My dentist is pretty cool in that he will let me put off work that isn’t 100% necessary right this minute because he understands my extreme dental phobia. Today’s work was done to prevent “something major in the future.” This tactic usually works with me because going for a cleaning had me in the throes of a vomiting panic attack on Tuesday and I’m fairly certain that “something major” will cause me to panic to death. Please don’t ask me why. I know it’s crazy and that it doesn’t hurt that much and all that stuff, but whatever, I still puke about going to the dentist. You may also be wondering where I’ve been. I didn’t want to let all of March go by without a post, so this is it. I have a few things lined up for April but I wanted to at least offer you up an explanation. I have been writing, but it’s been almost all for the book. I’m determined, you guys. There’s still a lot of work to do, but I’m making steady progress which is very different than the progress I was making before. I’d call that progress intermittent at best, which is code for I wasn’t really writing all that much. I have several large blocks of time carved out in April exclusively for writing, so I’m hoping to make a really huge dent in things by the end of the month. Oh! And I have a new working title which is still a secret while I continue to work, but I think it’s a pretty good one. We’ll see. So you’ll see stuff here next month, and I’ll be writing a bunch you won’t see for a long time (hopefully not for TOO long!), and you can also catch me weekly at yeah write. Every Tuesday I write a post to open our weekly nonfiction writing challenge. There’s also a fiction challenge and our newest thing, the gargleblaster, where you need to answer the prompt question in exactly 42 words. It’s fun stuff and good times, so I urge you to check us out. Unless of course you’re here from the moonshine grid (the weekend almost-free-for-all for those of you who are not visiting from there oh my goodness this is getting complicated), then you already know about yeah write, so hi! Since I can’t always guarantee the frequency of my posts here, can I make a suggestion? How about you subscribe via email. It’s up in the sidebar, you just...
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2014: A Retrospective.

2014: A Retrospective.

It’s the fourth day of the new year, so I should probably post something, right? I’ve got it! Let’s take a look back, all the way to the beginning of 2014. Did you notice that I didn’t post yet about resolutions and goals and stuff? I’m not ready to write about them yet. You’re just going to have to wait on that. I’m sorry, I know the anticipation is killing you. Nathan turned seven. I could write one of those posts about how I knew from the moment I met him I’d love him forever (true) or how I can’t believe he’s already seven (also true). I could tell you about how every year we tell him it’s the year he has to start going backward, so instead of turning 7 he went back to 5, but there’s not much to tell more than that (except to say he’s not really into that idea and he hasn’t believed it since the year he turned 4 – or when we told him he was 2 again. That year was fun.). We celebrated his birthday on the first, because the second, his actual day, he had to go to school. It occurred to me that much of his life he will spend his birthday returning to work or school from holiday time off and that’s pretty unfortunate. But then I remembered the he will hopefully spend much of his life with the day before his birthday off from work or school, so I felt less sad. I mean, I rarely get May 23rd off, so really, who is winning out here? We had a major snowstorm overnight between January 2 and January 3, causing a snow day for my child yesterday. It was not a snow day for me and I spent the better part of the day grumbling about Facebook statuses wherein everyone was all excited about a day off. I work from home. As I pointed out to friends, unless it snows in my hallway, I can’t claim a snow day and not work. Then I said please don’t ever let it snow in my hallway, because with my luck, we all know that’s a possibility. My point is that a snow day with my son means that I’m spending half of the day explaining the concept of cooperation. Clearly I’m not explaining it well, in case you’re wondering. I don’t think it’s record-breaking or anything, but it’s downright stupid cold outside today. The overnight low was somewhere in the ballpark of zero degrees. I was so cold that I went to sleep last night wearing yoga pants, PJ pants over them, a t-shirt and a sweatshirt, three blankets, and my robe over me. Tomorrow it’s supposed to be a high of 44, so I may just stand outside doing one of those Julie Andrews spread-armed twirls, reveling in the relative warmth. But I’m not going to complain about the cold because I think it’s fair to say that everyone is sick to death of people living in areas with unpleasant weather complaining about the unpleasant weather. I know I am. I’m almost as sick of it as I am sick of this damn seasonally appropriate weather. I have to take down the Christmas decorations today. That is a most loathsome task. I hate putting them up, which makes me a grinch. I hate taking them down, that just makes me seem normal. Either way, I’m probably going to...
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Air of December.

Air of December.

My posting in December has just been shameful. I started writing a few things, but they didn’t get done. No time. There just isn’t any time. I’m not a fan of December. I used to love Christmas and the whole holiday season. Having a job that’s demanding this time of year certainly puts a damper on the spirit, but maybe this would have happened anyway. I don’t really have the time to analyze these things. Every year I say I’ll do more to get into it – bake or be more generous or something – but then the next thing I know December is almost over and I’m feeling like Thanksgiving was just yesterday. As someone who likes tradition and dislikes change, part of the issue could be that as the years pass, things change. There are some traditions that hold, but some get let go of, even if only for this year. Change is probably my least favorite part of life, but it is just the way things go and I need to roll with it. This year for Christmas, all I really want is downtime. Some relaxation, some time with no stress. I’d like to get some stuff done that needs doing so I can cross things off my to do list. I haven’t the need or desire for material things. What I need and want is peace, a little extra energy and more hours in the day. I realize that’s a pretty tall order. It’s been an interesting year, pushing my patience to the limit for much of it. Perhaps that’s the lesson to be learned: to slow down, to try to enjoy the chaos, to search for all the silver linings. That’s it. That’s my check in. For now, at least for the day, I’m going to close the laptop and try to find some holiday cheer, spending time with people I love. I hope you get to do the same.   The yeah write moonshine grid is open. Go check out the group of bloggers hanging out there. Featured image...