Conversations with my Mother…

Conversations with my Mother… First, allow me to introduce the participants in said conversation. Brett – My brother, Corey – Brett’s best friend, Emily – My niece, Kyle – Emily’s boyfriend (He’s from Ireland; which will be an important point for later), Aaron – My husband, Me, and Shelley – My mother Scene – We’re at a party in a warehouse. Me – Corey, is Kelly (his girlfriend) a tidier roommate than Brett? Corey – Oh, no. Definitely not. She’s a collector of… things. She’s basically a hoarder of trinkets and… stuff. Shelley – Oh!  Like Scrotchies! No, scrunchies, crotchies, …

You get what you pay for

In nearly every aspect of life, you get what you pay for. Nose-bleed-section hockey tickets are no exception. We’ve purchased seats up against the back walls of many rinks and the energy up there is always unique and unsurprisingly, much different than next to the glass. If you aren’t close enough to see the blood dripping from the fights on the ice, then you’re usually in the middle of an entirely different kind of chaos. It’s prime real estate for eavesdropping and people watching. As the neon lights above center ice wind down, the number of beers consumed increased. I …

Cup and Handle

I’ve been reading Stephen King’s Bazaar of Bad Dreams and he introduced each story by writing a bit of background about it and how it came to be. He describes the process as needing to find a cup and handle, and then putting them together to create something that works. A few years ago I was driving through my hometown and walking down the street was this old lady and a few feet in front of her was one of the roundest, fattest cats I’ve ever seen. It was unexpected and hilarious. I tucked the scene away, knowing it would come in handy …

Penny Lane

  7:42 am Wednesday January 13 – I’m in the shower mid face wash and I can hear Aaron yelling from the living room. I’m annoyed because I think he’s hollering about something ridiculous and I can’t hear him over the shower. Turns out he had good reason for yelling. Our 100lb 9-year-old ridgeback is immobile and barely responsive. I still have soap on my face, I’m dripping wet, and I’m huddled over my dog that I’m sure is dying in front of me. I sob and tell her I’m not ready for this and that she isn’t allowed to …

Intentions

As the end of the year drew near I started gathering all of my ideas and resolutions and tucking them away for later like a squirrel with acorns. I knew I would need them, I just wasn’t quite ready to do anything with them yet. I’ve been sitting on my stashed away notes and goals for a good month now and I think I’m finally ready to commit them to something more concrete than crumpled post-it notes. Please feel free to call me out on it if I’m failing hopelessly at any of these. Log a minimum of 1,000 miles …

Circle Pit

Spit and snot sprayed from their faces as they cavorted in manic circles. Their limbs lose, and flailing at one another. I pressed myself into the wall and watched as they danced in their circle pit. Smiles filled their faces, an indication they were enjoying themselves, but this was not a game I understood nor knew the rules to. They screamed and grunted at one another like wild animals. I couldn’t decipher their words, but they appeared to understand each other. Round and round they flew like vultures circling their prey. At the same moment I began to wonder how …

Window Shopping : Vol. 1- Holiday Edition

Mr. T and I don’t usually buy each other Christmas gifts because Winter is our quiet season which means  – travel!  Plus, we’re desperately trying to get rid of ‘stuff’. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t create a little wish list of the things I would hope for if presents were our ‘thing’.   I would love to add a pair of ear weights to my collection.  I love these ones! via : wotwjewelry Morning coffee is already the best part of the day, but I think it really couldn’t get any better if my hands were wrapped around one …

Ugly Tree Forest

Every Fall, the women in my family get together to celebrate ‘Christmas in October’. We spend the day poking around the Christmas wares the local boutiques have displayed, eating decadently, and getting ourselves in the Christmas spirit. This has become a yearly tradition and something we all look forward to as the holiday season approaches. Sometime near the beginning of these outings my sister and I stumbled upon what is quite possibly, one of the ugliest Christmas decorations we have ever laid eyes on. Standing at approximately 10 inches high was, what appeared to be a Christmas tree plastered in …

A Year of Weird

When I first told Aaron the crazy idea I had for myself and 2016 his face lit up and he cheered, “A year of being weird!”. Good, he was on board with the plan. Now, to get over my nerves and match his level of excitement. We discussed ideas, how I wanted it to play out, and eventually, all of the pieces fell into place. Knowing that my number one goal this year was to put in some serious hours working on my book, I wanted to put myself in a position where I was constantly pushing myself outside of …