I felt really bad after the surgery took a turn for the worst, and no, not bad in the “oh my gosh, I could have died” kind of way that I should have felt bad in, I felt bad in an inconvenient kind of way. I felt like an inconvenience. I knew that I had scared
My second surgery yesterday went great, couldn’t have gone better actually. Today I woke up and albeit sore, bruised, and swollen, I actually feel somewhat like a human being again. So…I decided it was time to venture out of the house. Well, “decided” might be giving it a little bit too much credit, but lets
I’m having surgery Thursday. As a child I caught a knee to the nose and sustained multiple more nose injuries during the course of my marriage. It took what should have been an awesome nose and turned it into a slightly less awesome nose that’s all messed up on the inside. I keep getting sick,
I recently met a guy, who on the surface, seemed great. Stable life, lived near me, common interests, great job, good looking, the whole package. Except for one thing. He complained. All the time. Somehow every conversation that we had would ultimately morph into a conversation about how his ex wife ruined his life. If
This week, one of my articles was published over on the site XOJane.com. I didn’t even know it was going to be run this week, so I was a little caught off guard when my blog started filling up with comments from people all over the world who had made their way over to my site.
My husband said he was going to the store... and never came back. It's been a crazy life that's left me functional enough to survive yet dysfunctional enough to make me funny. I'm living my life devoid of most social graces while single parenting two young children and I absolutely love it....most days.
