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Fighting For Love


Going through some old boxes I came across the loveliest cards from our anniversary almost seven years ago.  (On a side note, one really has to wonder why I have a box of stuff so old that hasn’t been sorted through.  Epic organization fail.)  Back then we were so joyful, so full of life and love.  Now, we are more apt to fight than give each other kind words.

Like tonight. When he put off our date night because he had a work project then didn’t work on the project at all for hours instead napping and watching TV.

I didn’t think it was wrong to express my disappointment and hurt at the trade off.  I know he wasn’t feeling great.  I know he prefers to procrastinate.  Why does that make it okay?  Why do I get to be the one hurt for his convenience?

I feel like I’m fighting to be loved and not ignored.  I wish it would help.

About Me, NaBloPoMo 2017

Hello World Part 2

Hello World.  Part Deux.

How have ya’ll been?


It’s November and November means NaBloPoMo so I’m giving this blogging thing another shot.  I almost didn’t write this post; I’m terrible at blogging on a consistent basis so why start?  Reasons that have been floating around in my head to give blogging another shot:

1) Somewhere deep in my soul I really missed blogging.

2) I’ve been overthinking EVERYTHING and way too entrenched in my own mind.  I’m hoping getting stuff out there can help.

3) My introvert / extrovert struggle is real.  I’m sure there are many, many people out there who love interacting online.  I’m not often one of them.  Online life is one that quite often brings on feelings of fear, trepidation, and unease.

fear cat

My previous blogging streak let me feel a bit more comfortable with sharing online thus here I am giving it another try.

After all, what doesn’t kill me might make me stronger.



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Thank You, Thank You Very Much

For your reading pleasure, my Tuesday edition of Monday Listicles.

A few days ago I visited the tremendous site of Gala Darling with it’s emphasis on Love and Gratitude.  Today, I made my first gratitude list.  In perfect harmony, for this week’s list we were asked to make a list of 10 thanks.

Universe, I marvel at your amazing synchronicity!

Penguin holding a sign that says Thank You!

10 Way To Say Thanks!

1. Tell someone how much you appreciate what they have done for you.

2. Send a snail mail letter. It’s so much better than getting bills in the mail.

3. Give a hug.

4. Draw them a picture.

5. Take your favorite person out to lunch.

6. Surprise them with a goodie basket.

7. Take them on a surprise journey.

8. Create a memory book of all the ways they have inspired or helped you.

9. Offer to walk their dog, do the dishes, or mow their yard.

10. Throw a surprise party for them.

What have you done to show someone how much you appreciate them?  Share in the comments if you like!


Death and Taxes, Picture O' The Day

A Question of the Macabre Kind

I was out with some friends the other day and I learned more about a really sad situation that happened last year when the son of one of the teacher’s at my music school committed suicide.

The suicide itself was bad enough.  But I was utterly shocked and stunned when I found out the rest of the story.

The gentleman who committed suicide had set things in motion so that his Mom would be the first one to find out what he had done and to discover his suicide note.  She flew to a different state to visit him at Christmas.  At the airport he had arranged to have a limousine pick her up from the airport and take her to his apartment.  She even said she thought this was a nice treat he had arranged for her.

At his apartment he left a note on the door for her to go in whereby she discovered his completely empty apartment with his suicide note and his legal documents on the bed.  He even described where he had left his body in case the police hadn’t found it yet.

On a visit?  At the holidays?  With a limousine?  And a note with the placement of your body?  So disturbing and sad.  So very, very horrific and horrifying.  Not just because of the end of a life, but because of the manner in which it was done.

I’m told that this person thought of his Mom as his best friend.  But still.  It’s NEVER, NEVER okay to do this to your parents.

And this is where my conversation with The Guru probably got a bit weird and macabre.  My brain refused to accept the information I had just heard and I had to explore it and poke about in every dark, lurid cranny and crevice before I could let it go.

Me: So, if you did ever decide to commit suicide who would you call in?

Him: That’s a really bizarre question.

Me:  I know.  I’m sorry.  I know that you would never do that.  But still, who would it be?  It couldn’t be your Mom.  She’d have a heart attack.  Your Dad wouldn’t do much better.  (He’s an only child).  It can’t be me because I’d call you back from the grave and strangle you for it.

Him:  This conversation is way too strange for me.

Me:  It’d have to be your uncle.  He’s a cop; he’s probably dealt with worse in his time.

Having settled on who he should call in for this situation, I started to contemplate who I would call in for the same situation.  I know.  I know.  Really, really morbid.  Like I said, I couldn’t seem to stop thinking about it even though I knew my thoughts were going in this scary, grisly direction.

Eventually, I decided it would have to be one of my friends or possibly my uncle who is a retired fireman as I felt he wouldn’t be completely scarred for life.

So, there you have it.  A spooky, dreadful question perhaps, but who would you call in if this was your situation?  Edgar Allen Poe?  Edward Gorey?  Great-aunt Matilda?

“The Suicide,” illustrated by Edward Gorey (1925-2000), date unknown.